Collecting All The Rains Of May The

Twilight Whippoorwill... Whistle On, Sweet Deepener Of Dark Loneliness

Come Out To View / The Truth Of Flowers Blooming / In Poverty.

Mountain-rose Petals Falling, Falling, Falling Now... Waterfall Music

Farewell, My Old Fan. / Having Scribbled On It, / What Could I Do But Tear It / At The End Of Summer?

Sadly, I Part From You; Like A Clam Torn From Its Shell, I Go, And Autumn Too.