| Tipus | Títol |
|---|---|
| Lied | Dear March, come in! |
| Lied | Going to Heaven! |
| Lied | Heart, we will forget him |
| Lied | I felt a funeral in my brain |
| Lied | I’ve heard an organ talk sometimes |
| Lied | Nature, the gentlest mother |
| Lied | Sleep is supposed to be |
| Lied | The chariot |
| Lied | The world feels dusty |
| Lied | There came a wind like a bugle |
| Lied | When they come back |
| Lied | Why do they shut me out of Heaven? |
