XC O sad, sad face and saddest eyes that ever
XCI Why have the gods in derision
XCII Like a red lily in the meadow grasses
XCIII When in the spring the swallows all return
XCIV Cold is the wind where Daphne sleeps
XCV Hark, where Poseidon’s
XCVI Hark, my lover, it is spring!
XCVII When the early soft spring wind comes blowing
XCVIII I am more tremulous than shaken reeds
XCIX Over the wheat field