- By the verge of the woodland...
- Why this return...
- The same air that you breathe...
- The moon rises and washes the brine with silver...
- A soft light mantle of rose wear the brown hills...
- In the forest of my being the voice of your lute...
- In the star-blurred hours of the night...
- Ah! pale cool lips that burn...
- Ah! to be able to sing...
- The far away called her —...
- “O, OLD! O, NEW! "
- With purple shadows the mist measures the infinite sea...
- A bruised heart...
- Tongueless the bell...
- SHIPS IN HARBOUR
- MOOD
- SNOW DUSK
- IMPOSTOR
- REVIVAL
- PRONE
- AN ABANDONED INN
- MARINERS
- THE YEAR IS OLD
- THE VEIL