I Have Loved Hours At Sea, Gray Cities, The Fragile Secret Of A Flower, Music, The Making Of A Poem That Gave Me Heaven For An Hour; First Stars Above A Snowy Hill, Voices Of People Kindly And Wise, And The Great Look Of Love, Long Hidden, Found At Last In Meeting Eyes. I Have Loved Much And Been Loved Deeply, Oh When My SpirIt's Fire Burns Low, Leave Me The Darkness And The Stillness, I Shall Be Tired And Glad To Go.