XXX Love shakes my soul, like a mountain wind
XXXI Love, let the wind cry
XXXII Heart of mine, if all the altars
XXXIII Never yet, love, in earth’s lifetime
XXXIV “Who was Atthis?” men shall ask
XXXV When the great pink mallow
XXXVI When I pass thy door at night
XXXVII Well I found you in the twilit garden
XXXVIII Will not men remember us
XXXIX I grow weary of the foreign cities