| Alba
As cool as the pale wet leaves of lily-of-the-valley She lay beside me in the dawn. |
| Meditatio
When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs I am compelled to conclude That man is the superior animal. When I consider the curious habits of man I confess, my friend, I am puzzled. |
| Titled in Greek (*) Thy soul Grown delicate with satieties, Atthis. O Atthis, I long for thy lips. I long for thy narrow breasts, Thou restless, ungathered. |