The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart.

Let the minor genius go his light way and enjoy his life - the great nature cannot so live, he is never really in holiday mood, even though he often plucks flowers by the wayside and ties them into knots and garlands like little children and lays out on a sunny morning.

If soul my look and body touch, Which is the more blest?

A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him up for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown.

If what I say resonates with you, it's merely because we're branches of the same tree.

I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.

What can be explained is not poetry.