Two Clear Souls That See a Truth
A Calm Like the Kiss of a Mother
I Know the Rapture Music Brings
We Trust Thee For the Thing We Shall Be Yet
Waking Feelings Such As One Never Had Before
Up the Hills Must Homeward Be
God Thought About You, And So I Am Here
Her Confidence in One Who Failed so Unworthily, Shamed Me
She Teaches Me to Be a Brave Man in the Dark, and I Look After Her Until She Can Bear the Heat of the Sun
The Dawning Hope, the Shared Quest
A Three-Fold Cord is Not Easily Broken
To My Sisters, In Blood and in Spirit
That Thou Dost Know the Darkness, Proves the Light
God Sleeps Not When He Makes His Daughters Dream
Mothers are Worth Fighting For
The Beech Tree
Lona
She Read Phantasmagoric Tales
The Little Ones
Rest
A Shadowy Fear, Long Haunting the Horizon of Her Soul
My Longing is Thy Promise
Weep Not, Though the Beautiful Decay
To Them That Mourn
Going Down to Lower Things With Lofty Cares
For Though He Slay Me, I Will Trust in God
Curdie and the Rose Fire
Leave You! But I am So Happy with You
Hold Thou the Light Burning in My Soul
Ah God! Why Are Our Souls Lone Helpless Seas
I Am a Hapless Boy
A Sigh Too Much, Or a Kiss Too Long
Although She Loves No Man, She Loves the Love of Any Man
So Lies My Journey, On Into the Dark
Take Me Like a Child
Every Tree Seems to Cover Thee
High-Parent Love
Expectation of Seeing Something
Why Are All Reflections Lovelier
Hark! I Hear the Sun
My Globe, You’ve Broken My Globe
I Always Chose the Path Downwards
Only Because Uplifted in Song
An Indescribable Longing for Something
The Library and the Glow of the Burning Spirit Within
Capacity for Simple Happiness
He Was No More
God Sleeps Not When He Makes His Daughters Dream
The Other is Able to Fulfill It
The Shadows Ceased to Delight Them
God, Not Gift
Oh Lift the Burdened Gloom that Chokes My Soul
The Trees Were All Waiting For Him
Where’er Thou Art, All Things Are Glorified
I Follow as I Can
She Looked a Wanderer
Eye of the Child
I Ask Not Whither, For I Know it Must Be On
A Heart Bereft
I Shall Die For Love of the Maiden
A Blessing, Like the Kiss of a Mother
A Welcome Already Foreshadowed By a Coming Farewell
Sweeper of the Floor
The Voice of the North Wind
I Am a Child Lost in a Mighty Forest
She Fell Asleep a Girl, Awoke a Woman
Love of Place
Forests are Places to Expect Adventures
Lost in Space Larger than Imagination
Purged With Sorrow
Like a Book Which a Boy Reads by Stealth
She Saw With Eyes Made for Seeing
He Fought the Wind, Clomb the Waves, and Went on Towards the Rainbow
The Trees Grew Larger, and the Wind Fuller of Messages
Let Us Then Dare Something
Silence Took Me Like Sound
Whereness
A Long Way We Have Come, Farther Yet We Must Roam
The Country Whence the Shadows Fall
Thou Hast Set the World Within My Heart
Shadow of Me
There is No Cheating in Nature, A Truth Must Be Involved
Her Torment is that She is What She Is
Through Mist and Dark My Soul Draws Nigh To Thee
Friendship in the Woods to Win
The Low Dirge That Ever Rose and Died
The Princess and the Primroses
The Heart of the Laugh Was Love
Die Into Life
My Spirit’s Bride
Never For Me Did She Neglect the Smallest Child
If She is Tired Inside, Everything Will Tire Her
Keep Thou Thy Soul Translucent
Hope Beat Violently in My Heart
May the World Be Brighter
Heart of Mine
I Know the Rapture Music Brings
A Residue of Life They Cannot Kill
Anxiety and Fear
The Sun, That Had Nursed Them So Long, Grew Weary of Loving
I Stood in Joy, and Yet in Shame
Trust the Oak
But When I Find
To See One Divine Fact
To See, To Know, To Understand, To Love
Faith is the Trying of the Thing You Do Not See
The Look that Woke his Heart, that Smiled Him into Life
When in Thy Love I Rest