From 'To Seraphime'

Wandl' ich in dem Wald des Abends

Through the wood when I am wandering

In the dusky eventide,

Goes a dainty form in silence

Always closely at my side.

Is not this thy veil, the white one?

This the gentle face I love?

Is it merely moonlight breaking

Through the gloomy firs above?

Is that sound the sound of weeping

From mine own eyes welling deep?

Or dost thou, Beloved, truly

Walk to-night by me and weep?

Es ragt ins Meer der Runenstein

The Runic stone from the sea rears high

Where I sit and dream and ponder;

The winds they pipe; the sea-gulls cry;

The billows foam and wander.

Oh, many a maiden loved have I,

With many a lad gone roaming—

Where are they now? The winds, they sigh-

The billows wander foaming.