I. Dainty flowers, like a froth of foam
II. If it were true that a garden flower
III. The wistaria is faded and the hawthorn dead
IV. Draw up your chair near mine
V. Be once more merciful and cheering to us, light
VI. Alas! the days of the crimson phlox
VII. The evening falls, the moon is golden
VIII. When your hand
IX. And now that the lofty leaves have fallen
X. When the starry sky covers our dwelling
XI. With the same love that you were for me
XII. The flowers of bright welcome
XIII. When the fine snow with its sparkling grains
XIV. If fate has saved us from commonplace errors
XV. No, my heart has never tired of you
XVI. How happy we are still
XVII. Shall we suffer, alas! the dead weight of the years
XVIII. The small happenings, the thousand nothings
XIX. Come even to our threshold
XX. When our bright garden was gay
XXI. With my old hands lifted to your forehead
XXII. If our hearts have burned
XXIII. In this rugged winter
XXIV. Perhaps, when my last day comes
XXV. Oh! how gentle are your hands
XXVI. When you have closed my eyes to the light