The skies are strown with stars
The full sea rolls and thunders
In the year that's come and gone
In the placid summer midnight
She sauntered by the swinging seas
Blithe dreams arise to greet us
A child
Kate-A-Whimsies, John-a-Dreams
O, have you blessed, behind the stars
O, Falmouth is a fine town
The ways are green
Life in her creaking shoes
A late lark twitters from the quiet skies
I gave my heart to a woman
Or ever the knightly years were gone
On the way to Kew
The past was goodly once
The spring, my dear
The Spirit of Wine
A Wink from Hesper
Friends. . . old friends
If it should come to be
From the brake the Nightingale
In the waste hour
Crosses and troubles
London Voluntaries
Grave
Andante con Moto
Scherzando
Largo e Mesto