They say you've gone away

Run the horse, run

I am not given to telling the truth

Down beneath me

Tired of the apricots which come each year

I am such a fool!

The soft rain permits me:

Defeated he stood upon a hill

OH ADAM YOU ARE AILING

White leopards

The wisps of mist

She was a proud woman

I saw a man upon a cross

Lost Redeemer

a little spill

 Michael's House