| 1 | | Leaves Expanded May Be Prevailing Blue Mixed with Yellow of the Sand | 2:26 |
| 2 | | I Used To Wonder At The Halo Of Light Around My Shadow And Would Fancy Myself One Of The Elect | 1:26 |
| 3 | | Fearing That They Would Be Light-headed For Want Of Food And Also Sleep | 1:56 |
| 4 | | Stirring Them Up As The Keeper Of A Menagerie His Wild Beasts | 2:36 |
| 5 | | The Finest Qualities Of Our Nature Like The Bloom On Fruits Can Be Preserved | 1:49 |
| 6 | | Perhaps The Wildest Sound That Is Ever Heard Here Making The Woods Ring Far And Wide | 1:47 |
| 7 | | I Love To Be Alone | 2:27 |
| 8 | | A Young Forest Growing Up Under Your Meadows | 2:30 |
| 9 | | Their Roots Reaching Quite Under The House | 2:11 |
| 10 | | The Rays Which Stream Through The Shutter Will Be No Longer Remembered When The Shutter Is Wholly Removed | 5:25 |
| 11 | | After Soaking Two Years And Then Lying High Six Months It Was Perfectly Sound Through Waterlogged Past Drying | 3:18 |
| 12 | | The Sun Is But A Morning Star | 0:37 |
| 13 | | A Low And Distant Sound Gradually Swelling And Increasing | 5:50 |
| 14 | | As If It Would Have A Universal And Memorable Ending | 1:42 |
| 15 | | A Sullen Rush And Roar |
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