"Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeat..."

"It is not in the bright, happy day, but only in the solemn night, that other worlds are to be seen shining in their long..."

"Die Leiden sind wie die Gewitterwolken; in der Ferne sehen sie schwartz aus, über uns kaum grau..."