| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | Absence | Distance no grace can lend you, but for me | | 23 | 430 |
| 2: | Against The Cold Pale Sky | Against the cold pale sky | | 30 | 502 |
| 3: | All That I Was I Am | Hateful it seems now, yet was I not happy? | | 13 | 693 |
| 4: | Alone And Cold | Do not, O do not use me | | 18 | 451 |
| 5: | Asking Forgiveness | I did not say, "Yes, we had better part | | 18 | 431 |
| 6: | At Evening's Hush | Now pipe no more, glad Shepherd, | | 20 | 412 |
| 7: | At The Dock | They loiter round the Dock that holds yon Ship | | 28 | 444 |
| 8: | Beechwood | Hear me, O beeches! You | | 222 | 405 |
| 9: | Beyond The Barn | I rose up with the sun | | 32 | 403 |
| 10: | Bring Your Beauty | Bring your beauty, bring your laughter, bring even your fears, | | 15 | 440 |
| 11: | But Most Thy Light | I know how fire burns, | | 40 | 490 |
| 12: | Caterpillars | Of caterpillars Fabre tells how day after day | | 16 | 24 |
| 13: | Change | Just as this wood, cast on the snaky fire, | | 13 | 421 |
| 14: | Change | A late and lonely figure stains the snow, | | 24 | 443 |
| 15: | Change | I am that creature and creator who | | 14 | 26 |
| 16: | Childhood Calls | Come over, come over the deepening river, | | 8 | 450 |
| 17: | Comfortable Light | Most comfortable Light, | | 44 | 415 |
| 18: | Dark And Strange | When first Love came, then was I but a boy | | 4 | 562 |
| 19: | Dark Chestnut | Thou shaking thy dark shadows down, | | 18 | 453 |
| 20: | Delight | Winter is fallen On the wretched grass, | | 24 | 415 |
| 21: | Discovery | Beauty walked over the hills and made them bright. | | 25 | 428 |
| 22: | Earth To Earth | What is the soul? Is it the wind | | 22 | 437 |
| 23: | England's Enemy | She stands like one with mazy cares distraught. | | 14 | 367 |
| 24: | English Hills | O that I were Where breaks the pure cold light | | 25 | 491 |
| 25: | Evening Beauty: Blackfriars | Nought is but beauty weareth, near and far, | | 30 | 385 |
| 26: | Eyes | A winter sky of pale blue and pale gold, | | 15 | 483 |
| 27: | Fair And Brief | So fair, that all the morning aches | | 20 | 455 |
| 28: | Fair Eve | Fair Eve, as fair and still | | 32 | 402 |
| 29: | Fear | Surely I must have ailed On that dark night, | | 40 | 437 |
| 30: | Fear | There was a child that screamed, | | 39 | 400 |
| 31: | First Love | No, no! Leave me not in this dark hour, | | 69 | 405 |
| 32: | Foreboding | O linger late, poor yellow whispering leaves! | | 20 | 395 |
| 33: | From Piccadilly In August | Now the trees rest: the moon has taught them sleep, | | 15 | 421 |
| 34: | From Wear To Thames | Is it because Spring now is come | | 40 | 413 |
| 35: | Fulfilment | Happy are they whom men and women love, | | 47 | 357 |
| 36: | Grasses | O cover me, long gentle grasses, | | 24 | 414 |
| 37: | Hallo! | Hallo, hallo!" impatiently he cried, | | 17 | 416 |
| 38: | Hands | Your hands, your hands, | | 14 | 439 |
| 39: | Happiness | I have found happiness who looked not for it. | | 36 | 448 |
| 40: | Happy Death | Bugle and battle-cry are still, | | 24 | 404 |
| 41: | Happy Is England Now | There is not anything more wonderful | | 24 | 358 |
| 42: | He Still'd | He still'd All sounds in air; and left so free mine ears | | 5 | 384 |
| 43: | Hector | Sleep, sleep, you great and dim trees, sleeping on | | 24 | 384 |
| 44: | Home For Love | Because the earth is vast and dark | | 28 | 439 |
| 45: | Homecoming | When I came home from wanderings | | 25 | 419 |
| 46: | I Have Never Loved You Yet | I have never loved you yet, if now I love. | | 22 | 451 |
| 47: | I Heard A Voice Upon The Window Beat | I heard a voice upon the window beat | | 18 | 396 |
| 48: | I Will Ask | I will ask primrose and violet to spend for you | | 24 | 387 |
| 49: | Imagination | To make a fairer, A kinder, a more constant world than this; | | 32 | 422 |
| 50: | In That Dark Silent Hour | In that dark silent hour | | 40 | 429 |
| 51: | In The Lane | The birds return, The blossom brightens again the cherry bough. | | 15 | 421 |
| 52: | In Those Old Days | In those old days you were called beautiful, | | 27 | 382 |
| 53: | Inevitable Change | Young as the Spring seemed life when she | | 16 | 351 |
| 54: | It Was The Lovely Moon | It was the lovely moon--she lifted | | 17 | 436 |
| 55: | Judgment Day | When through our bodies our two spirits burn | | 73 | 379 |
| 56: | Justification | From far-off it came near | | 20 | 380 |
| 57: | Lambourn Town | The rain beat on me as I walked, | | 36 | 367 |
| 58: | Last Hours | A gray day and quiet, | | 16 | 411 |
| 59: | Let Honour Speak | Let Honour speak, for only Honour can | | 14 | 349 |
| 60: | Lighting The Fire | You were a gipsy as you bent | | 18 | 400 |
| 61: | Listening | There is a place of grass | | 20 | 395 |
| 62: | Loneliness | How green and strange the light is, | | 12 | 438 |
| 63: | Lonely Airs | Ah, bird singing late in the gloam | | 8 | 430 |
| 64: | Memorial | The wild October sky | | 15 | 392 |
| 65: | Merrill's Garden | There is a garden where the seeded stems of thin long grass are bowed | | 48 | 404 |
| 66: | Moon-Bathers | Falls from her heaven the Moon, and stars sink burning | | 19 | 32 |
| 67: | More Than Sweet | The noisy fire, The drumming wind, | | 21 | 418 |
| 68: | Music Comes | Music comes Sweetly from the trembling string | | 38 | 500 |
| 69: | Nearness | Thy hand my hand, Thine eyes my eyes, | | 24 | 383 |
| 70: | Night And Night | The earth is purple in the evening light, | | 12 | 21 |
| 71: | Nightfall | Eve goes slowly Dancing lightly | | 72 | 481 |
| 72: | No More Adieu | Unconscious on thy lap I lay, | | 54 | 426 |
| 73: | Not With These Eyes | Let me not see your grief! | | 35 | 436 |
| 74: | November Skies | Than these November skies | | 19 | 396 |
| 75: | Nowhere, Everywhere | Flesh and blood, bone and skin, | | 36 | 404 |
| 76: | O Hide Me In Thy Love | O hide me in Thy love, secure | | 16 | 410 |
| 77: | O Muse Divine | O thou, my Muse, | | 44 | 17 |
| 78: | Old Fires | The fire burns low Where it has burned ages ago, | | 36 | 361 |
| 79: | On A Piece Of Silver | So! the fierce acid licks the silver clean, | | 25 | 394 |
| 80: | Once There Was Time | Let no tears fall If then they fell not. | | 24 | 387 |
| 81: | Out Of The East | When man first walked upright and soberly | | 459 | 392 |
| 82: | Perversities I | Now come, And I that moment will forget you. | | 33 | 446 |
| 83: | Perversities II | Yet when I am alone my eyes say, Come. | | 18 | 469 |
| 84: | Prayer To My Lord | If ever Thou didst love me, love me now, | | 16 | 430 |
| 85: | Presage Of Victory | Then first I knew, seeing that bent grey head, | | 140 | 356 |
| 86: | Queens | The red sun stared unwinking at the East | | 19 | 379 |
| 87: | Rapture | If thou hast grief And passion vex the spirit that is in thee | | 44 | 457 |
| 88: | Recovery | Where are you going with eyes so dull, | | 18 | 384 |
| 89: | Revisitation | It is here--the lime-tree in the garden path, | | 14 | 357 |
| 90: | Sailing Of The Glory | Merrily shouted all the sailors | | 32 | 443 |
| 91: | Scatter The Silver Ash Like Snow | O, what insect is it | | 30 | 391 |
| 92: | Shadows | The shadow of the lantern on the wall, | | 14 | 392 |
| 93: | Sleep | Not a dream brush your sleep, | | 16 | 415 |
| 94: | Sleeping Sea | The sea Was even as a little child that sleeps | | 14 | 398 |
| 95: | Smoke | They stood like men that hear immortal speech | | 20 | 416 |
| 96: | Snows | Now the long-bearded chilly-fingered winter | | 19 | 391 |
| 97: | Some Hurt Thing | I came to you quietly when you were lying | | 26 | 405 |
| 98: | Stars | The naked stars, deep beyond deep, | | 20 | 429 |
| 99: | Stay | Stay, thou desired one, stay! | | 24 | 400 |
| 100: | Stone Trees | Last night a sword-light in the sky | | 35 | 447 |
| 101: | Stones | Small yellow stones That, lifted, through my idle fingers fall | | 13 | 468 |
| 102: | Strife | The wind fought with the angry trees. | | 20 | 357 |
| 103: | Sweet England | I heard a boy that climbed up Dover's Hill | | 78 | 410 |
| 104: | Take Care, Take Care | Bind up, bind up your dark bright hair | | 15 | 385 |
| 105: | Talk | So many were there talking that I heard | | 44 | 455 |
| 106: | Ten O'Clock And Four O'Clock | It stands there Tall and solitary on the edge | | 26 | 409 |
| 107: | Ten O'Clock No More [1] | The wind has thrown The boldest of trees down. | | 45 | 410 |
| 108: | The Alde | How near I walked to Love, | | 24 | 407 |
| 109: | The Answer | O, my feet have worn a track | | 10 | 384 |
| 110: | The Ash | The undecaying yew has shed his flowers | | 41 | 410 |
| 111: | The Beam | The dead white on the fields' dead white | | 21 | 396 |
| 112: | The Body | When I had dreamed and dreamed what woman's beauty was, | | 40 | 449 |
| 113: | The Bright Rider | All the night through I drank | | 38 | 417 |
| 114: | The Brightness | Away, away Through that strange void and vast | | 71 | 437 |
| 115: | The Call | Is it the wind that stirs the trees, | | 24 | 413 |
| 116: | The Candle | Time like a cloud Has risen from the East | | 32 | 381 |
| 117: | The Caves | Like the tide--knocking at the hollowed cliff | | 24 | 387 |
| 118: | The Chair | The chair was made By hands long dead, | | 52 | 401 |
| 119: | The Creeper | It covered all The cold east wall, | | 32 | 402 |
| 120: | The Crowns | Cherry and pear are white, | | 21 | 410 |
| 121: | The Dark Fire | Love me not less Yet ease me of this fever, | | 32 | 392 |
| 122: | The Dark Night Of The Mind | I could not love if my thought loved not too, | | 34 | 431 |
| 123: | The Darksome Nightingale | Why dost thou, darksome Nightingale, | | 24 | 377 |
| 124: | The Enemies | The angry wind That cursed at me | | 12 | 412 |
| 125: | The Escape | Like one who runs | | 28 | 401 |
| 126: | The Evening Sky | Rose-bosom'd and rose-limb'd | | 40 | 414 |
| 127: | The Fall | From that warm height and pure, | | 36 | 383 |
| 128: | The Fire | Near the house flowed, or paused, the black Canal, | | 38 | 472 |
| 129: | The First House | That is the earliest thing that I remember | | 33 | 421 |
| 130: | The Flute | It was a night of smell and dew | | 35 | 395 |
| 131: | The Fugitive | In the hush of early even | | 16 | 372 |
| 132: | The Full Tide | Now speaks the wave, whispering me of you; | | 12 | 351 |
| 133: | The Glass | Your face has lost The clearness it once wore, | | 18 | 388 |
| 134: | The Haunted Shadow | Fair Trees, O keep from chattering so | | 16 | 381 |
| 135: | The Herd | The roaming sheep, forbidden to roam far, | | 29 | 25 |
| 136: | The Holy Mountains | The holy mountains, The gay streams, | | 16 | 384 |
| 137: | The Hounds | Far off a lonely hound | | 12 | 379 |
| 138: | The Human Music | At evening when the aspens rustled soft | | 200 | 408 |
| 139: | The Idiot | He stands on the kerb Watching the street. | | 40 | 414 |
| 140: | The Image | I am a river flowing round your hill, | | 18 | 438 |
| 141: | The Kestrel | In a great western wind we climbed the hill | | 27 | 385 |
| 142: | The Kite | It was a day All blue and lifting white, | | 51 | 444 |
| 143: | The Lamp | The lamp shone golden where she slept, | | 25 | 381 |
| 144: | The Last Time | For the last time, The last, last time, | | 46 | 412 |
| 145: | The Light That Never Was On Sea Or Land | O gone are now those eager great glad days of days, but I remember | | 20 | 348 |
| 146: | The Lime Tree | That lime tree on the distant rising ground | | 25 | 344 |
| 147: | The Men Who Loved The Cause That Never Dies | O come you down from the far hills | | 20 | 386 |
| 148: | The Mouse | Standing close by you In the cold light | | 28 | 421 |
| 149: | The Native Country | Where is that country? The unresting mind | | 32 | 383 |
| 150: | The Night Watch | Beneath the trees with heedful step and slow | | 40 | 376 |
| 151: | The Other House | That other house, in the same crowded street, | | 33 | 378 |
| 152: | The Physician | She comes when I am grieving and doth say, | | 12 | 354 |
| 153: | The Pigeons | The pigeons, following the faint warm light, | | 114 | 339 |
| 154: | The Pond | Gray were the rushes | | 30 | 390 |
| 155: | The Red House | On the wide fields the water gleams like snow, | | 23 | 368 |
| 156: | The Return | I heard the rumbling guns. I saw the smoke, | | 8 | 367 |
| 157: | The Second Flood | How could I know, how could I guess | | 30 | 368 |
| 158: | The Shade | I saw him as he went | | 14 | 355 |
| 159: | The Shock | Thinking of these, of beautiful brief things, | | 36 | 356 |
| 160: | The Silvery One | Clear from the deep sky pours the moon | | 15 | 345 |
| 161: | The Slaves | The tall slaves bow if that capricious King | | 24 | 354 |
| 162: | The Snare | Loose me and let me go! I am not yours. | | 28 | 381 |
| 163: | The Song Of The Forest | To Thee, Most Holy, Most Obscure, light-hidden, | | 107 | 377 |
| 164: | The Stars In Their Courses | And now, while the dark vast earth shakes and rocks | | 80 | 413 |
| 165: | The Streets | Marlboro' and Waterloo and Trafalgar, | | 27 | 397 |
| 166: | The Swing | It was like floating in a blessed dream to roam | | 36 | 435 |
| 167: | The Thorn | The days of these two years like busy ants | | 72 | 399 |
| 168: | The Thrush Sings | Singeth the Thrush, forgetting she is dead | | 15 | 361 |
| 169: | The Tossing Mountains | They were like dreams that in a drowsy hour | | 44 | 375 |
| 170: | The Tree | Oh, like a tree Let me grow up to Thee! | | 20 | 372 |
| 171: | The Undying | In thin clear light unshadowed shapes go by | | 105 | 378 |
| 172: | The Unloosening | Winter was weary. All his snows were failing | | 48 | 398 |
| 173: | The Unthrift | Here in the shade of the tree | | 9 | 382 |
| 174: | The Unuttered | For so long and so long had I forgot, | | 20 | 412 |
| 175: | The Valley | Between the beechen hill and the green down | | 20 | 385 |
| 176: | The Visit | I reached the cottage. I knew it from the card | | 91 | 402 |
| 177: | The Waits | Frost in the air and music in the air, | | 16 | 365 |
| 178: | The Wakers | The joyous morning ran and kissed the grass | | 24 | 436 |
| 179: | The Wanderer | Over the pool of sleep | | 24 | 382 |
| 180: | The Weaver Of Magic | Weave cunningly the web | | 16 | 448 |
| 181: | The Winds | In these green fields, in this green spring, | | 30 | 368 |
| 182: | The Wish | That you might happier be than all the rest, | | 16 | 336 |
| 183: | The Wren | Within the greenhouse dim and damp | | 30 | 348 |
| 184: | The Yew | The moon gave no light. | | 18 | 334 |
| 185: | Thy Hill Leave Not | Thy hill leave not, O Spring, | | 53 | 361 |
| 186: | Time From His Grave | When the south-west wind came | | 44 | 388 |
| 187: | To My Mother | No foreign tribute from a stranger-hand, | | 23 | 359 |
| 188: | To The Heavenly Power | When this burning flesh | | 104 | 308 |
| 189: | Travelling | They talked of old campaigns, nineteen-fourteen | | 15 | 375 |
| 190: | Under The Linden Branches | Under the linden branches | | 16 | 376 |
| 191: | Unpardoned | Gentle as the air that kisses | | 24 | 369 |
| 192: | Vision And Echo | I have seen that which sweeter is | | 30 | 373 |
| 193: | Waiting | Rich in the waning light she sat | | 20 | 387 |
| 194: | Waking | Lying beneath a hundred seas of sleep | | 48 | 388 |
| 195: | Walking At Eve | Walking at eve I met a little child | | 14 | 355 |
| 196: | When Childhood Died | I can recall the day When childhood died. | | 36 | 479 |
| 197: | Who Is It That Answers? | The clouds no more are flocking | | 24 | 303 |
| 198: | Wild Heart | Wild heart, wild heart, | | 24 | 382 |
| 199: | Wilder Music | Came the same cuckoo's cry | | 24 | 415 |
| 200: | Wisdom And A Mother | Why, mourner, do you mourn, nor see | | 12 | 380 |
| 201: | Wonder | Following upon the faint wind's fickle courses | | 24 | 352 |
| 202: | You That Were | You that were Half my life ere life was mine; | | 33 | 382 |
| 203: | Your Shadow | From Swindon out to White Horse Hill | | 30 | 355 |
