Like Blown White Flowers at Sea

Take Flight and Follow and Find the Sun

Time That Softens

Seasons That Laugh

On Each High Hill Clean Air and Wind

She Would Not Weep, She Would Not Care

The Slaying of Itylus, The Feast of Daulis, The Thracian Sea

The Burden of Bright Colors, The Burden of Warm Seasons

But Thou, Proserpina, Sleep

Even the Weariest River Winds Somewhere Safe to Sea