- Leto and Niobe
- Loneliness
- We put the urn aboard ship
- Words
- It was you, Atthis, who said
- We shall enjoy it
- I took my lyre and said
- Yes, Atthis, you may be sure
- It is the Muses
- Drapple-thorned Aphrodite,
- Anactoria
- It's no use
- Like the gods
- In the spring twilight
- We know this much
- Before They Were Mothers
- I have no complaint
- Standing by my bed
- Cleis
- Tonight I've watched
- Tell everyone
- Awed by her splendor
- You may forget but
- Without warning