12 songsSweetheart, thy lips are touched with flameSings the nightingale to the roseThe rose leans over the poolLove's like a summer roseAs in waves without numberDear love, when in thine arms I lieWas I not thineIn mead where roses bloomSister fairest, why are thou sighing?Oh, let night speak of meI said to the Wind of the SouthWere I a Prince Egyptian
