Birds of Passage
Black shadows fall...

My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me...

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold...

Gold brown upon the sated flood
The rock vine clusters lift and sway...

I asked a gypsy pal
To imitate an old image...

A Prayer in Time of War
Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea...

O my Love's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June...

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end...

Going going gone I say,
I do not have the tunes...