Sailors With Wax Wings

Soft Gardens Near The Sun, Keep Your Distant Beauty

There Came A Drooping Maid With Violets

If I Should Cast Off This Tattered Coat

And Clash And Clash Of Hoof And Heel

Yes, I Have A Thousand Tongues, And Nine And Ninety-nine Lie

God Fashioned The Ship Of The World Carefully

There Was One Who Sought A New Road

Strange That I Should Have Grown So Suddenly Blind