Twelve Poems of Emily Dickinson (1950) for Soprano and Piano: I Felt a Funeral in My Brain

Because I Couldn't Stop for Death (Vinyl Short Cut)

We Grow Accustomed To The Dark

T'Was Just This Time Last Year I Died By Emily Dickinson

As Imperceptably As Grief - Emily Dickinson

Why Make It Doubt - It Hurts It So

A Narrow Fellow In The Grass

I Felt A Funeral In My Brain

Shame Is The Shawl Of Pink

The Martyr Poets - Did Not Tell

Twelve Poems of Emily Dickinson (1950) for Soprano and Piano: I Felt a Funeral in My Brain

Because I Couldn't Stop for Death (Vinyl Short Cut)

We Grow Accustomed To The Dark

T'Was Just This Time Last Year I Died By Emily Dickinson

As Imperceptably As Grief - Emily Dickinson

Why Make It Doubt - It Hurts It So

A Narrow Fellow In The Grass

I Felt A Funeral In My Brain

Shame Is The Shawl Of Pink

The Martyr Poets - Did Not Tell