I Will pluck from my tree a cherry-blossom wand,
And carry it in my merciless hand,
So I will drive you, so bewitch your eyes,
...
In our town, people live in rows.
The only irregular thing in a street is the steeple;
And where that points to, God only knows,
And not the poor disciplined people!
...
A voice from the dark is calling me.
In the close house I nurse a fire.
Out in the dark, cold winds rush free,
...