8 Tracks, 29:15
- 03:341. On a poet's lips I slept
- 03:162. Below the thunders of the upper deep
- 02:473. Encintured with a twine of leaves
- 02:514. Midnight's bell goes ting, ting, ting, ting
- 03:195. But that night when on my bed I lay
- 04:076. She sleeps on soft, last breaths
- 04:097. What is more gentle than a wind in summer?
- 05:128. When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see