| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Clown's Prelude. | Behold! I cover up this trail of tears | | 14 | 109 |
| 2: | A Fugue Of Hell. | I dreamed a mighty dream. It seemed mine eyes | | 156 | 116 |
| 3: | A Legend Of Gold. | Lucifer craved one boon of God | | 20 | 105 |
| 4: | A Mother To The Sea. | You are blue, you are blue like the sky, | | 12 | 141 |
| 5: | A Song For The Hills. | Here is the freedom men die for,--die for but never know; | | 12 | 126 |
| 6: | A Woman, And Some Men. | Once in a dream of Babylon | | 40 | 106 |
| 7: | At The Play. | The poet painted a woman's soul, | | 16 | 108 |
| 8: | Atonement. | You were a red rose then, I know, | | 24 | 103 |
| 9: | Columbus' Last Voyage. | Once more upon the ocean's heaving breast | | 14 | 100 |
| 10: | Confession. | As one, a poet of a fairy's train, | | 14 | 98 |
| 11: | Cupid To A Skull. | I came your way in the years gone by, | | 10 | 106 |
| 12: | De Profundis. | I thought today within the crowded mart | | 14 | 106 |
| 13: | Death. | I am the outer gate of life where sit | | 8 | 100 |
| 14: | Forgiven. | I might have met his anger with a smile | | 8 | 125 |
| 15: | Hymn Of The Tomb Builders. | They were three old men with hoary hair | | 58 | 81 |
| 16: | Idols. | Mouths have they, but they speak not: | | 46 | 111 |
| 17: | Immutability. | The sun must rise, the sun must set, | | 6 | 101 |
| 18: | In The Night. | I hear you weeping, mother, dear, | | 18 | 107 |
| 19: | Instruments. | Today we are the fruits of yesterday | | 14 | 90 |
| 20: | Kenotaphion. | O wanderer! whoever thou mayest be, | | 14 | 119 |
| 21: | Love And Art. | Eagle-heart, child-heart, bonnie lad o' dreams, | | 49 | 142 |
| 22: | Midsummer Noon. | Through shimmering skies the big clouds slowly sail; | | 14 | 92 |
| 23: | Night In May. | The snowy clouds, soft sleeping lambkins, lie | | 16 | 105 |
| 24: | Ode To The New Century. | The dial has pointed the hour and the hour has rounded the day, | 1900 | 40 | 116 |
| 25: | Our Daily Bread. | Give us this day our daily bread!" O prayer | | 12 | 104 |
| 26: | Our Sister Of The Streets. | She comes not with the conscious grace | | 32 | 122 |
| 27: | Parthenope To Ulysses. | O king! what is the quest that evermore | | 14 | 101 |
| 28: | Quatrains. | Like black fangs in a cruel ogre's jaw | | 40 | 111 |
| 29: | Romany. | The city frets in the distance, lass, | | 16 | 96 |
| 30: | Silence. | I am the word that lovers leave unsaid, | | 12 | 108 |
| 31: | Sunset In The City. | Down at the end of the iron lane | | 12 | 102 |
| 32: | The Admiral's Return. | Brave ships are these that bear thee home again | | 14 | 98 |
| 33: | The Dead Child. | Life to her was a perfect flower, | | 12 | 117 |
| 34: | The Derelict. | North and south with the fickle tides, | | 16 | 94 |
| 35: | The Dungeoned Anarchist. | He crouches, voiceless, in his tomb-like cell, | | 14 | 101 |
| 36: | The Eagle And The Flower. | The eyrie clung to the shattered cliff | | 25 | 103 |
| 37: | The Earthworm And The Star. | An Earthworm once loved a Star. In the hush of the summer night, | | 8 | 138 |
| 38: | The Feast Of The Passions. | It wouldn't be fair to Belshazzar | | 32 | 106 |
| 39: | The Fettered Vultures. | Hail, sceptered Mars, great god of wars! | 1911 | 40 | 114 |
| 40: | The First Born. | He has eyes like the Christ, | | 16 | 119 |
| 41: | The Gold Fields. | Here is a tale the North Wind sang to me: | | 14 | 113 |
| 42: | The Human World. | Here is one picture of the human world: | | 6 | 102 |
| 43: | The Light Celestial. | Immortal singer, in whose glorious brain | | 14 | 94 |
| 44: | The Monastery. | Beyond the wall the passion flower is blooming, | | 28 | 102 |
| 45: | The Mothers. | Beyond the tumult and the proud acclaim, | | 14 | 114 |
| 46: | The Newly Dead. | With the light just quenched in their eyes | | 26 | 115 |
| 47: | The North Wind. | Wind of the North, I know your song | | 12 | 140 |
| 48: | The Passing Race. | Silent as ever, stoic as of old, | | 36 | 114 |
| 49: | The Passion Play. | Where falls the shadow of the Kofel cross | | 92 | 101 |
| 50: | The Poet Shepherd. | Down in the vale the lazy sheep | | 12 | 98 |
| 51: | The Red Cross. | St. George, I learned to love thee in my youth | | 14 | 107 |
| 52: | The Riddle Of The Sphinx. | From age to age the haggard human train | | 14 | 95 |
| 53: | The Snow Man. | Poor shape grotesque that careless hands have wrought! | | 14 | 95 |
| 54: | The Song Of The Dynamo. | I have been kissed by the Priestess of the Thin and Deadly Blood | | 43 | 94 |
| 55: | The Story Of Moses. | This is the story of Moses, | | 32 | 95 |
| 56: | The Tornado. | God let me fall from His hand | | 28 | 104 |
| 57: | The Voice Of The North. | You have builded your ships in the sun-lands, | 1903 | 32 | 103 |
| 58: | The Vow Forsworn. | Unweariedly he watches for the sign, | | 16 | 96 |
| 59: | The Woman Answers. | What will I say when face to face with God | | 24 | 101 |
| 60: | To C. 33. | I gazed upon thee desolate and heard | | 16 | 94 |
| 61: | Voices. | I am a memory of cosmogony, | | 28 | 105 |
| 62: | Where Is God? | Hard by the gates of Eden, | | 32 | 114 |
| 63: | Zoroaster. | The light of a new day was on his brow, | | 27 | 131 |
