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
