| PAGE | ||
| Sunshine on de medders | 168 | |
| Sweetest of the flowers a-blooming | 237 | |
| Swing yo' lady roun' an' roun' | 200 | |
| Tek a cool night, good an' cleah | 150 | |
| Tell your love where the roses blow | 238 | |
| Temples he built, and palaces of air | 100 | |
| The air is dark, the sky is gray | 65 | |
| The change has come, and Helen sleeps | 58 | |
| The cloud looked in at the window | 72 | |
| The draft of love was cool and sweet | 252 | |
| The gray dawn on the mountain top | 248 | |
| The gray of the sea, and the gray of the sky | 93 | |
| The lake's dark breast | 8 | |
| The lark is silent in his nest | 61 | |
| The little bird sits in the nest and sings | 67 | |
| The Midnight wooed the Morning-Star | 99 | |
| The mist has left the greening plain | 252 | |
| The moon begins her stately ride | 276 | |
| The moon has left the sky, love | 46 | |
| The night is dewy as a maiden's mouth | 64 | |
| The November sun invites me | 282 | |
| The poor man went to the rich man's doors | 106 | |
| The rain streams down like harpstrings from the sky | 270 | |
| The river sleeps beneath the sky | 9 | |
| The sand-man he's a jolly old fellow | 235 | |
| The sky of brightest gray seems dark | 59 | |
| The smell of the sea in my nostrils | 91 | |
| The snow lies deep upon the ground | 105 | |
| The sun has slipped his tether | 100 | |
| The sun hath shed its kindly light | 281 | |
| The sun is low | 285 | |
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