1 Slowly we disarray

2 I stood to hear that bold

3 Others may drag at memory's fetter

4 Bring me life of fickle breath

5 Ah me, how sadder than to say farewell

6 Death, for all thy grasping stealth

7 Little Lettice is dead, they say

8 I would not have the wind pass by

9 Solitary Death, make me thy own

10 Come mete me out my loneliness, o wind

11 I by spells had been beguiled

12 O Love, a bitter, mortal journeying

13 I would not die

14 They buried him - ah, I have not thought -

15 She gathered me rue and roses

16 When thou to death, fond one, wouldst fain be starting

17 There is a fair white relic in my room

18 Vain Death, thou hast no staying

19 Winds to-day are large and free

20 He with the Gentle Ones is hid from sight

21 Thanatos, thy praise I sing