And at Schweidnitz:

A thousand greetings, bushes, fields, and trees,
You know him well whose many rhymes
And songs you've heard, whose kisses seen;
Remember the joy of those fine summer nights.

To Eleanora:

Spring is not far away. Walk in green solitude
Between your alder rows, and think ...
As in the oft-repeated lesson
The young birds' cry shall bear my longing;
And when the west wind plays with cheek and dress be sure
He tells me of thy longing, and kisses thee a thousand times for me.

In a time of despair, he wrote:

Storm, rage and tear! winds of misfortune, shew all your tyranny!
Twist and split bark and twig,
And break the tree of hope in two
Stem and leaves are struck by this hail and thunder,
The root remains till storm and rain have laid their wrath.

Again:

The woods I'll wander through,
From men I'll flee away,
With lonely doves I'll coo,