Coy, Sweet Maid, I Love So Well, Fair Estelle. How Much I Love Thee Tongue Can't Tell, Sweet Estelle. But I Love Thee - Love Thee True - More Than Violets Love The Dew, More Than Roses Love The Sun - Do I Love Thee, Dearest One, Dear Estelle! Ah! My Heart Love'S Passions Swell For Estelle! How I Love My Actions Tell Thee, Estelle: That I Love Thy Smiling Face, And Thy Captivating Grace - Love Thy Dreamy 'Witching Eyes More Than Planets Love The Skies, Wee Estelle! Now I Smite My Lyre To Swell For Estelle; Music'S Most Entrancing Spell O'Er Estelle. With My Fingers On My Keys, Like The Balmy Morning Breeze Stealing Softly Through The Grain, Will I Gently Wake A Strain For Estelle! How I Love My Little Belle, My Estelle! Deepest In My Sacred Dell Is Estelle! I Esteem My Maiden Love More Than Angels High Above, More Than Demons In The Sea; Love Is Light And Life To Me, And Estelle!