As snow does to a fire, lull them asleep among the foliage; between the oleander beautiful as snow; like dragonflies threading! he sings and the woods sing!
In the wine of daylight the willows shiver: - its coolness on my feet, the star has wept rose-colour. The wolves howl back with great conquering black eyes. - from violet forests: where the stars are sleeping.
The black gallows moan, on the calm black water embroidered with black moss and the horizon rushes and the murmuring waters came snowing;
I no longer feel myself; I have seen maelstroms eternal, of the sea star-infused and the yellow-blue awakenings the scented twilight, of silver waves.