XX I behold Arcturus going westward
XXI Softly the first step of twilight
XXII Once you lay upon my bosom
XXIII I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago
XXIV I shall be ever maiden
XXV It was summer when I found you
XXVI I recall thy white gown, cinctured
XXVII Lover, art thou of a surety
XXVIII With your head thrown backward
XXIX Ah, what am I but a torrent