- A charm invests a face
- A Poison Tree
- Art thou pale for weariness
- Fire and Ice
- On being asked for a War
- The Worlds Need
- Upon a Lilac Sea
- Yesterday is History
- Auld Lang Syne
- Beautiful Dreamer
- Love and Friendship
- To A Friend
- When you are old
- I love all beauteous things
- The Tyger
(A poem by "Sir Walter Raleigh")What is our life? A play of passion,
Our mirth the music of division,
Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be,
Where we are dressed for this short comedy.
Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is,
That sits and marks still who doth act amiss.
Our graves that hide us from the setting sun
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.
Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest,
Only we die in earnest, that's no jest.