Going going gone I say,
I do not have the tunes...

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end...

O my Love's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June...

A Prayer in Time of War
Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea...

I asked a gypsy pal
To imitate an old image...

Gold brown upon the sated flood
The rock vine clusters lift and sway...

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold...

My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me...

Birds of Passage
Black shadows fall...