“Ye glow-worms, whose officious flameTo wand’ring mowers shows the way,That in the night have lost their aim,And after foolish fires do stray;Your courteous lights in vain you waste,Since Juliana here is come,For she my mind hath so displac’dThat I shall never find my home.”

“Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”

“Yet here one time your spirit was wont to move;Here might I hope to find you day or night,And here I come to look for you, my love,Even now, foolishly, knowing you are dead.”

“Good-bye, my moonsong and my breath, my white nights and golden days, my fresh water and my fire. Good-bye, and may you find a better life, find comfort again and your breathless smile, and when your beloved face lights up once more at the Western sunrise, be sure what I felt for you was not in vain. Good-bye and have faith, my Tatiana.”

“Perceive ye not that we are worms, designedTo form the angelic butterfly, that goesTo judgment, leaving all defence behind?Why doth your mind take such exalted pose,Since ye, disabled, are as insects, meanAs worm which never transformation knows?”

“For Juliana comes, and she, what I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.”