| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | "The Highlands," Annisquam | Here, from the heights, among the rocks and pines, | | 14 | 618 |
| 2: | A Baby | Why speak of Rajah rubies, | | 12 | 1490 |
| 3: | A Ballad Of Sweethearts | Summer may come, in sun-blonde splendor, | | 28 | 1211 |
| 4: | A Belgian Christmas | An hour from dawn: The snow sweeps on | | 48 | 630 |
| 5: | A Bit Of Coast | One tree, storm-twisted, like an evil hag, | | 14 | 722 |
| 6: | A Blown Rose. | Lay but a finger on | | 16 | 62 |
| 7: | A Boy's Heart | It's out and away at break of day, | | 44 | 628 |
| 8: | A Broken Rainbow On The Skies Of May | A Broken rainbow on the skies of May, | | 32 | 630 |
| 9: | A Cameo. | Why speak of Giamschid rubies | | 16 | 562 |
| 10: | A Catch. | When roads are mired with ice and snow, | | 27 | 59 |
| 11: | A Cavalier's Toast. | Some drink to Friendship, some to Love, | | 12 | 523 |
| 12: | A Character. | He lived beyond us and we stood | | 54 | 52 |
| 13: | A Coign Of The Forest | The hills hang woods around, where green, below | | 27 | 514 |
| 14: | A Confession | These are the facts: - I was to blame: | | 24 | 55 |
| 15: | A Dark Day | Though Summer walks the world to-day | | 16 | 60 |
| 16: | A Daughter Of The States. | She has the eyes of some barbarian Queen | | 12 | 41 |
| 17: | A Dead Lily. | The South had saluted her mouth | | 12 | 53 |
| 18: | A Dirge. | Life has fled; she is dead, | | 40 | 53 |
| 19: | A Dream Shape | With moon-white hearts that held a gleam | | 28 | 622 |
| 20: | A Dreamer Of Dreams | He lived beyond men, and so stood | | 54 | 791 |
| 21: | A Dreamer Of Dreams | He lived beyond men, and so stood | | 54 | 569 |
| 22: | A Fairy Cavalier. | By a mushroom in the moon, | | 28 | 59 |
| 23: | A Fallen Beech | Nevermore at doorways that are barken | | 45 | 521 |
| 24: | A Flower Of The Fields | Bee-Bitten in the orchard hung | | 50 | 668 |
| 25: | A Forest Child | There is a place I search for still, | | 40 | 637 |
| 26: | A Forest Flute | I Heard a reed among the hills, | | 24 | 652 |
| 27: | A Forest Idyl | Beneath an old beech-tree They sat together, | | 48 | 583 |
| 28: | A Ghost And A Dream | Rain will fall on the fading flowers, | | 12 | 702 |
| 29: | A Ghost Of Yesterday | There is a house beside a way, | | 33 | 552 |
| 30: | A Gray Day. | Long vollies of wind and of rain | | 49 | 61 |
| 31: | A Guinevere. | Sullen gold down all the sky, | | 56 | 49 |
| 32: | A Lament. | White moons may come, white moons may go, | | 36 | 54 |
| 33: | A Last Word | Oh, for some cup of consummating might, | | 41 | 572 |
| 34: | A Last Word. | Not for thyself, but for the sake of Song, | | 8 | 56 |
| 35: | A Legend Of The Lily. | Pale as a star that shines through rain | | 63 | 583 |
| 36: | A Light In The Window | Rain and wind and candlelight | | 24 | 533 |
| 37: | A Long, Long Way | It's a long, long way to the country, where | | 32 | 659 |
| 38: | A Lullaby. | In her wimple of wind and her slippers of sleep | | 45 | 530 |
| 39: | A Mabinogi. | In samite sark yclad was she; | | 48 | 58 |
| 40: | A Maid Who Died Old | Frail, shrunken face, so pinched and worn, | | 24 | 637 |
| 41: | A Maid Who Died Old | Frail, shrunken face, so pinched and worn, | | 24 | 514 |
| 42: | A March Voluntary (Wind And Cloud) | Winds that cavern heaven and the clouds | | 279 | 509 |
| 43: | A Mayapple Flower | What magic through your snowy crystal gleams! | | 21 | 531 |
| 44: | A Melody. | There be Fairies bright of eye, | | 14 | 78 |
| 45: | A Midsummer Day | The locust gyres; the heat intensifies' | | | 622 |
| 46: | A Mood. | Bowed hearts that hold the saddest memories | | 29 | 55 |
| 47: | A Motive In Gold And Gray | To-night he sees their star burn, dewy-bright, | | 126 | 57 |
| 48: | A Niëllo | It is not early spring and yet | | 80 | 548 |
| 49: | A Niello | It is not early spring and yet | | 80 | 672 |
| 50: | A Night In June | White as a lily moulded of Earth's milk | | 28 | 670 |
| 51: | A November Sketch. | The hoar-frost hisses 'neath the feet, | | 52 | 55 |
| 52: | A Poet's Epitaph | Life was unkind to him; All things went wrong: | | 16 | 606 |
| 53: | A Pool Among The Rocks | I know a pool, whose crystalline repose | | 14 | 526 |
| 54: | A Prayer For Old Age | These are the things which I would ask of Time: | | 40 | 563 |
| 55: | A Pre-Existence. | An intimation of some previous life, | | 73 | 48 |
| 56: | A Reed Shaken With The Wind | Not for you and me the path | | 594 | 44 |
| 57: | A Road Song | It's - Oh, for the hills, where the wind's some one | | 14 | 553 |
| 58: | A Road Song | It's Oh, for the hills, where the wind's some one | | 14 | 636 |
| 59: | A Rose O' The Hills | The hills look down on wood and stream, | | 30 | 47 |
| 60: | A Sleet-Storm In May | On southern winds shot through with amber light, | | 38 | 528 |
| 61: | A Song For All Day | A rollicking song for the morn, my boy, | | 32 | 502 |
| 62: | A Song For Labor. | Oh, the morning meads, the dewy meads, | | 24 | 629 |
| 63: | A Song For Old Age. | Now nights grow cold and colder, | | 18 | 53 |
| 64: | A Song For Yule | Sing, Hey, when the time rolls round this way, | | 27 | 658 |
| 65: | A Song In Season | When in the wind the vane turns round, | | 27 | 64 |
| 66: | A Song Of Cheer | Be of good cheer, and have no fear | | 32 | 500 |
| 67: | A Song Of Cheer | Cheer, though you part at morn! | | 10 | 529 |
| 68: | A Song Of The Road | Whatever the path may be, my dear, | | 32 | 757 |
| 69: | A Song Of The Snow | Roaring winds that rocked the crow, | | 52 | 509 |
| 70: | A Southern Girl. | Serious but smiling, stately and serene, | | 18 | 98 |
| 71: | A Stormy Sunset. | Soul of my body! what a death | | 14 | 67 |
| 72: | A Street Of Ghosts. | The drowsy day, with half-closed eyes, | | 45 | 610 |
| 73: | A Summer Day | White clouds, like thistledown at fault, | | 36 | 522 |
| 74: | A Sunset Fancy. | Wide in the west, a lake | | 16 | 55 |
| 75: | A Thought. | And I have thought of youth which strains | | 16 | 60 |
| 76: | A Threnody | The rainy smell of a ferny dell, | | 20 | 44 |
| 77: | A Tried Friend, A True Friend | A friend for you and a friend for me, | | 32 | 696 |
| 78: | A Twilight Moth | Dusk is thy dawn; when Eve puts on its state | | 42 | 731 |
| 79: | A Twilight Moth | All day the primroses have thought of thee, | | 35 | 566 |
| 80: | A Twilight Moth. | Dusk is thy dawn; when Eve puts on her state | | 42 | 545 |
| 81: | A Valentine. | My life is grown a witchcraft place | | 8 | 61 |
| 82: | A Voice On The Wind | She walks with the wind on the windy height | | 45 | 774 |
| 83: | A Voice On The Wind | She walks with the wind on the windy height | | 45 | 612 |
| 84: | A Wet Day | Dark, drear, and drizzly, with vapor grizzly, | | 20 | 546 |
| 85: | A Wild Iris. | That day we wandered 'mid the hills,—so lone | | 36 | 580 |
| 86: | A Woodland Grave | White moons may come, white moons may go | | 36 | 645 |
| 87: | A Woodland Grave | White moons may come, white moons may go | | 36 | 541 |
| 88: | A Yellow Rose | The old gate clicks, and down the walk, | | 30 | 497 |
| 89: | A.D. Nineteen Hundred. | War and Disaster, Famine and Pestilence, | | 14 | 525 |
| 90: | Abandoned | The hornets build in plaster-dropping rooms, | | 14 | 527 |
| 91: | Abandoned | The hornets build in plaster-dropping rooms, | | 14 | 585 |
| 92: | Above The Vales. | We went by ways of bygone days, | | 20 | 46 |
| 93: | Accolon Of Gaul. | Why, dreams from dreams in dreams remembered! naught | | 1618 | 46 |
| 94: | Accomplishment | Hold to the rapture: let it work | | 18 | 521 |
| 95: | Achievement | He held himself splendidly forward | | 32 | 484 |
| 96: | Adventurers | Seemingly over the hill-tops, | | 20 | 478 |
| 97: | Adversity | A barren field o'ergrown with thorn and weed | | 4 | 1197 |
| 98: | After A Night Of Rain | The rain made ruin of the rose and frayed | | 14 | 645 |
| 99: | After Autumn Rain | The hillside smokes | | 46 | 494 |
| 100: | After Long Grief | There is a place hung o'er of summer boughs | | 14 | 498 |
| 101: | After Long Grief | There is a place hung o'er of summer boughs | | 14 | 581 |
| 102: | After Long Grief And Pain. | There is a place hung o'er with summer boughs | | 14 | 51 |
| 103: | After Rain | Behold the blossom-bosomed Day again, | | 53 | 536 |
| 104: | After Storm | Great clouds of sullen seal and gold | | 16 | 544 |
| 105: | Afterword. | What vague traditions do the golden eves, | | 16 | 648 |
| 106: | Afterword. | The old enthusiasms | | 24 | 61 |
| 107: | Airy Tongues | I hear a song the wet leaves lisp | | 36 | 57 |
| 108: | Allurement | Across the world she sends me word, | | 15 | 512 |
| 109: | Along The Ohio | Athwart a sky of brass long welts of gold; | | 36 | 512 |
| 110: | Along The Stream. | Where the violet shadows brood | | 48 | 658 |
| 111: | Amadis And Oriana | O sunset, from the springs of stars | | 36 | 568 |
| 112: | Amadis And Oriana | O sunset, from the springs of stars, | | 36 | 452 |
| 113: | Ambition. | Now to my lips lift then some opiate | | 14 | 58 |
| 114: | An Abandoned Quarry | The barberry burns, the rose-hip crimsons warm, | | 14 | 506 |
| 115: | An Address To Night. | Like some sad spirit from an unknown shore | | 33 | 41 |
| 116: | An Anemone. | Teach me the wisdom of thy beauty, pray, | | 24 | 51 |
| 117: | An Antique. | Mildewed and gray the marble stairs | | 44 | 49 |
| 118: | An Autumn Night. | Some things are good on Autumn nights, | | 24 | 56 |
| 119: | An Episode | There was a man rode into town one day, | | 28 | 611 |
| 120: | An Idyll | He was a boy, sun-burned and brown, | | 40 | 537 |
| 121: | An Incident | Here is a tale for men and women teachers: | | 14 | 681 |
| 122: | An Ode - In Commemoration of the Founding, of the Massachusetts Bay Colony in the Year 1623. | They who maintained their rights, | | 289 | 558 |
| 123: | An Old Song | It's Oh, for the hills, where the wind's some one | | 14 | 49 |
| 124: | An Old Tale Re-told | From the terrace here, where the hills indent, | | 262 | 57 |
| 125: | Annisquam | Old days, old ways, old homes beside the sea; | | 14 | 614 |
| 126: | Announcement | The night is loud with reeds of rain | | 24 | 524 |
| 127: | Answered. | Do you remember how that night drew on? | | 35 | 58 |
| 128: | Anthem Of Dawn | Then up the orient heights to the zenith, that balanced the crescent, | | 26 | 548 |
| 129: | Anthem Of Dawn | Then up the orient heights to the zenith that balanced the crescent, | | 26 | 490 |
| 130: | Anticipation. | Windy the sky and mad; | | 44 | 38 |
| 131: | Apart | While sunset burns and stars are few, | | 18 | 50 |
| 132: | Aphrodite. | Apollo never smote a lovelier strain, | | 34 | 44 |
| 133: | Apocalypse | Before I found her I had found | | 12 | 571 |
| 134: | Apocalypse | Before I found her I had found | | 12 | 475 |
| 135: | Apportionment. | How often in our search for joy below | | 2 | 530 |
| 136: | Aprilian | Come with me where April twilights | | 32 | 608 |
| 137: | Arcanna | Earth hath her images of utterance, | | 14 | 50 |
| 138: | Argonauts | With argosies of dawn he sails, | | 32 | 521 |
| 139: | Argonauts | With argosies of dawn he sails, | | 32 | 492 |
| 140: | Art. | I know not how I found you | | 40 | 58 |
| 141: | Artemis. | Oft of the hiding Oread wast thou seen | | 74 | 46 |
| 142: | Ashly Mere. | Come! look in the shadowy water here, | | 32 | 57 |
| 143: | Aspiration. | God knows I strive against low lust and vice, | | 20 | 50 |
| 144: | Assumption | A mile of moonlight and the whispering wood: | | 15 | 617 |
| 145: | Assumption | A mile of moonlight and the whispering wood: | | 15 | 469 |
| 146: | At Dawn. | Far off I heard dark waters rush; | | 12 | 55 |
| 147: | At Last | What shall be said to him, | | 24 | 45 |
| 148: | At Midnight. | At midnight in the trysting wood | | 20 | 536 |
| 149: | At Moonrise | Pale faces looked up at me, up from the earth, like flowers; | | 28 | 496 |
| 150: | At Nineveh | There was a princess once, who loved the slave | | 44 | 48 |
| 151: | At Parting. | What is there left for us to say, | | 24 | 56 |
| 152: | At Sunset | Into the sunset's turquoise marge | | 20 | 552 |
| 153: | At Sunset | Into the sunset's turquoise marge | | 20 | 521 |
| 154: | At The Corregidor's. | To Don Odora says Donna De Vine: | | 48 | 56 |
| 155: | At The End Of The Road | This is the truth as I see it, my dear, | | 24 | 534 |
| 156: | At The Fall Of Dew | One bright star in the firmament | | 42 | 505 |
| 157: | At The Ferry. | Oh, dim and wan came in the dawn, | | 25 | 50 |
| 158: | At The Lane's End | No more to strip the roses from | | 185 | 533 |
| 159: | At The Sign Of The Skull. | It's "Gallop and go!" and "Slow, now, slow!" | | 26 | 505 |
| 160: | At The Stile. | Young Harry leapt over the stile and kissed her, | | 24 | 55 |
| 161: | At Twenty-One | The rosy hills of her high breasts, | | 14 | 58 |
| 162: | At Vespers. | High up in the organ-story | | 28 | 58 |
| 163: | Attributes | I Saw the daughters of the Dawn come dancing o'er the hills; | | 24 | 631 |
| 164: | Aubade | Awake! the dawn is on the hills! | | 27 | 531 |
| 165: | Aubade | Awake! the dawn is on the hills! | | 27 | 563 |
| 166: | August | Clad on with glowing beauty and the peace, | | 45 | 539 |
| 167: | Authorities | The unpretentious flowers of the woods, | | 24 | 658 |
| 168: | Autumn At Annisquam | The bitter-sweet and red-haw in her hands, | | 14 | 599 |
| 169: | Autumn Etchings | Her rain-kissed face is fresh as rain, | | 98 | 597 |
| 170: | Autumn Sorrow | Ah me! too soon the autumn comes | | 15 | 609 |
| 171: | Autumn Sorrow | Ah me! too soon the autumn comes | | 15 | 567 |
| 172: | Autumn Storm | The wind is rising and the leaves are swept | | 14 | 469 |
| 173: | Autumn Wild-Flowers | Like colored lanterns swung in Elfin towers, | | 4 | 630 |
| 174: | Avalon | I Dreamed my soul went wandering in | | 28 | 644 |
| 175: | Baby Mary | Deep in baby Mary's eyes, | | 16 | 56 |
| 176: | Bad Luck | Once a rabbit crossed my road | | 42 | 637 |
| 177: | Ballad Of Low-Lie-Down | John-A-Dreams and Harum-Scarum | | 40 | 503 |
| 178: | Ballad Of Low-Lie-Down | John-a-dreams and Harum-Scarum | | 40 | 505 |
| 179: | Bare Boughs | O heart, - that beat the bird's blithe blood, | | 28 | 493 |
| 180: | Bare Boughs | O Heart, that beat the bird's blithe blood, | | 28 | 508 |
| 181: | Be Glad | Be glad, just for to-day! | | 14 | 670 |
| 182: | Beautiful-Bosomed, O Night | Beautiful-bosomed, O Night, in thy noon | | 41 | 496 |
| 183: | Beautiful-Bosomed, O Night | Beautiful-bosomed, O Night, in thy noon | | 41 | 487 |
| 184: | Beauty | High as a star, yet lowly as a flower, | | 4 | 526 |
| 185: | Beauty | High as a star, yet lowly as a flower, | | 4 | 691 |
| 186: | Beauty And Art | The gods are dead; but still for me | | 24 | 596 |
| 187: | Beauty And Art | The gods are dead; but still for me | | 24 | 487 |
| 188: | Beech Blooms. | The wild oxalis Among the valleys | | 48 | 474 |
| 189: | Beetle And Moth | There's a bug at night that goes | | 40 | 630 |
| 190: | Before The End | How does the Autumn in her mind conclude | | 14 | 57 |
| 191: | Before The Rain. | Before the rain, low in the obscure east, | | 24 | 601 |
| 192: | Before The Temple | All desolate she sate her down | | 20 | 436 |
| 193: | Before The Tomb. | The way went under cedared gloom | | 33 | 46 |
| 194: | Behram And Eddetma. | Against each prince now she had held her own, | | 168 | 43 |
| 195: | Below The Sunset's Range Of Rose | Below the sunset's range of rose, | | 36 | 584 |
| 196: | Below The Sunset's Range Of Rose | Below the sunset's range of rose, | | 36 | 428 |
| 197: | Beltenebros At Miraflores. | The quickening East climbs to yon star, | | 72 | 55 |
| 198: | Berrying | My love went berrying | | 48 | 63 |
| 199: | Bertrand De Born | The burden of the sometime years, | | 84 | 420 |
| 200: | Beyond. | Hangs stormed with stars the night, | | 32 | 58 |
| 201: | Black Vesper's Pageants. | The day, all fierce with carmine, turns | | 24 | 485 |
| 202: | Blooms Of The Berry - Proem. | Wine-warm winds that sigh and sing, | 1887 | 20 | 37 |
| 203: | Boyhood | O Days that hold us; and years that mold us! | | 60 | 454 |
| 204: | Broken Music | There it lies broken, as a shard, | 1914 | 16 | 488 |
| 205: | Bryan's Station | We tightened stirrup; buckled rein; | | 96 | 413 |
| 206: | Bubbles | As I went through the wood, the wood, | | 18 | 600 |
| 207: | By The Annisquam | A Far bell tinkles in the hollow, | | 48 | 491 |
| 208: | By The Summer Sea | Sunlight and shrill cicada and the low, | | 14 | 533 |
| 209: | By Wold And Wood. | Green, watery jets of light let through | | 74 | 40 |
| 210: | Can I Forget? | Can I forget how LOVE once led the ways | | 14 | 46 |
| 211: | Can Such Things Be? | Meseemed that while she played, while lightly yet | | 14 | 617 |
| 212: | Carissima Mea. | I look upon my lady's face, | | 48 | 43 |
| 213: | Carmen. | La Gitanilla! tall dragoons | | 65 | 71 |
| 214: | Carpe Diem | Blow high, blow low! No longer borrow | | 4 | 673 |
| 215: | Catkins | Misty are the far-off hills | | 94 | 474 |
| 216: | Caverns | Aisles and abysses; leagues no man explores, | | 14 | 603 |
| 217: | Certain Truths About Certain Things | And the boy that lives next door | | 114 | 595 |
| 218: | Chant Before Battle | Ever since man was man a Fiend has stood | | 28 | 436 |
| 219: | Check And Counter-Check. | Vent all your coward's wrath | | 28 | 44 |
| 220: | Child And Father | A Little child, one night, awoke and cried, | | 20 | 499 |
| 221: | Chords. | Then up the orient heights to the zenith that balanced a crescent | | 332 | 63 |
| 222: | Christmas Eve | Christmas Eve is here at last. | | 54 | 547 |
| 223: | Clairvoyance | The sunlight that makes of the heaven | | 18 | 55 |
| 224: | Clearing | Before the wind, with rain-drowned stocks, | | 30 | 47 |
| 225: | Clouds Of The Autumn Night | Clouds of the autumn night, | | 25 | 576 |
| 226: | Clouds. | All through the tepid Summer night | | 16 | 56 |
| 227: | Cold | A mist that froze beneath the moon and shook | | 14 | 43 |
| 228: | Communicants | Who knows the things they dream, alas! | | 20 | 457 |
| 229: | Compensation. | Yea, whom He loves the Lord God chasteneth | | 6 | 406 |
| 230: | Comradery | With eyes hand-arched he looks into | | 24 | 458 |
| 231: | Comradery | With eyes hand-arched he looks into | | 24 | 462 |
| 232: | Comrades. | Down through the woods, along the way | | 30 | 46 |
| 233: | Conclusion | The songs Love sang to us are dead: | | 24 | 48 |
| 234: | Conscience | Within the soul are throned two powers, | | 8 | 614 |
| 235: | Consecration | This is the place where visions come to dance, | | 56 | 611 |
| 236: | Constance. | Beyond the orchard, in the lane, | | 30 | 53 |
| 237: | Content | When I behold how some pursue | | 35 | 513 |
| 238: | Content. A Quatrain. | Among the meadows of Life's sad unease | | 4 | 57 |
| 239: | Contrasts. | No eve of summer ever can attain | | 12 | 55 |
| 240: | Corncob Jones | An Oldham-County Weather Philosopher. | | 97 | 453 |
| 241: | Creole Serenade | Under mossy oak and pine | | 20 | 468 |
| 242: | Dawn In The Alleghanies | The waters leap, The waters roar; | | 46 | 501 |
| 243: | Dawn. | Mist on the mountain height | | 30 | 62 |
| 244: | Days And Days | The days that clothed white limbs with heat, | | 16 | 477 |
| 245: | Days And Days | The days that clothed white limbs with heat, | | 16 | 450 |
| 246: | Days And Dreams. | He dreamed of hills so deep with woods | | 32 | 52 |
| 247: | Days Come And Go | Leaves fall and flowers fade, Days come and go: | | 24 | 594 |
| 248: | Dead And Gone. | I wot well o' his going | | 16 | 82 |
| 249: | Dead Cities | Out of it all but this remains: | | 42 | 655 |
| 250: | Dead Man's Run | He rode adown the autumn wood, | | 56 | 506 |
| 251: | Dead Sea Fruit | All things have power to hold us back. | | 16 | 46 |
| 252: | Death | Through some strange sense of sight or touch | | 16 | 638 |
| 253: | Death And The Fool | Here is a tale for any man or woman: | | 14 | 588 |
| 254: | Death In Life. | Within my veins it beats | | 96 | 63 |
| 255: | Deep In The Forest | Ah, shall I follow, on the hills, | | 131 | 652 |
| 256: | Deep In The Forest | Ah, shall I follow, on the hills, | | 135 | 579 |
| 257: | Deficiency. | Ah, God! were I away, away, | | 28 | 57 |
| 258: | Deity. | No personal; a God divinely crowned | | 34 | 52 |
| 259: | Demeter. | Demeter sad! the wells of sorrow lay | | 48 | 57 |
| 260: | Der Freischutz. | He? why, a tall Franconian strong and young, | | 419 | 48 |
| 261: | Deserted. | A broken rainbow on the skies of May | | 32 | 53 |
| 262: | Despair. | Shut in with phantoms of life's hollow hopes, | | 14 | 53 |
| 263: | Despondency. | Not all the bravery that day puts on | | 14 | 48 |
| 264: | Dies Illa | How shall it be with them that day | | 16 | 453 |
| 265: | Dilly Dally | There is a little girl I know | | 33 | 424 |
| 266: | Dionysia | The day is dead; and in the west | | 114 | 428 |
| 267: | Dionysia | The day is dead; and in the west | | 114 | 440 |
| 268: | Dionysos. | O Dionysos! Dionysos! the ivy-crowned! | | 56 | 59 |
| 269: | Dirge | What shall her silence keep | | 24 | 58 |
| 270: | Discovery | What is it now that I shall seek | | 20 | 457 |
| 271: | Discovery | What is it now that I shall seek | | 20 | 527 |
| 272: | Disenchantment Of Death. | Hush! She is dead! Tread gently as the light | | 60 | 61 |
| 273: | Disillusion. | Those unrequited in their love who die | | 2 | 415 |
| 274: | Distance. | I dreamed last night once more I stood | | 24 | 51 |
| 275: | Dithyrambics | Wrapped round of the night, as a monster is wrapped of the ocean, | | 83 | 472 |
| 276: | Diurnal. | A molten ruby clear as wine | | 36 | 47 |
| 277: | Dogtown | Far as the eye can see the land is grey, | | 14 | 436 |
| 278: | Dolce Far Niente | Over the bay as our boat went sailing | | 66 | 548 |
| 279: | Don Quixote | What "blushing Hippocrene" is here! what fire | | 15 | 515 |
| 280: | Dough Face | Made a face of biscuit-dough, | | 64 | 422 |
| 281: | Dragon-Seed | Ye have ploughed the field like cattle, | | 24 | 417 |
| 282: | Dream Road | I took the road again last night | | 108 | 533 |
| 283: | Dreams | They mock the present and they haunt the past, | | 4 | 489 |
| 284: | Dreams. | My thoughts have borne me far away | | 24 | 56 |
| 285: | Drouth | The hot sunflowers by the glaring pike | | 36 | 416 |
| 286: | Drouth | The hot sunflowers by the glaring pike | | 36 | 445 |
| 287: | Drouth | The road is drowned in dust; the winds vibrate | | 14 | 368 |
| 288: | Drouth In Autumn | Gnarled acorn-oaks against a west | | 10 | 43 |
| 289: | Dusk | Corn-colored clouds upon a sky of gold, | | 14 | 482 |
| 290: | Dusk | Corn-colored clouds upon a sky of gold, | | 14 | 543 |
| 291: | Dusk In The Woods | Three miles of trees it is: and I | | 35 | 533 |
| 292: | Dusk In The Woods | Three miles of trees it is: and I | | 35 | 495 |
| 293: | Dusk. | Corn-Colored clouds upon a sky of gold, | | 14 | 547 |
| 294: | Earth And Moon. | I Saw the day like some great monarch die, | | 14 | 587 |
| 295: | Echo | Dweller in hollow places, hills and rocks, | | 4 | 429 |
| 296: | Eidolons | The white moth-mullein brushed its slim | | 35 | 531 |
| 297: | Eidolons | The white moth-mullein brushed its slim | | 35 | 385 |
| 298: | Elfin | When wildflower blue and wildflower white | | 24 | 539 |
| 299: | Elphin. | The eve was a burning copper, | | 54 | 43 |
| 300: | Elusion | My soul goes out to her who says, | | 45 | 645 |
| 301: | Elusion | My soul goes out to her who says, | | 45 | 474 |
| 302: | Enchantment | The deep seclusion of this forest path, | | 14 | 487 |
| 303: | Enchantment | The deep seclusion of this forest path, | | 14 | 540 |
| 304: | Enchantment. | The deep seclusion of this forest path, | | 14 | 551 |
| 305: | Encouragement. | To help our tired hope to toil, | | 12 | 63 |
| 306: | Epilogue | There is a world Life dreams of, long since lost: | | 14 | 444 |
| 307: | Epilogue | When dusk falls cool as a rained-on rose, | | 49 | 506 |
| 308: | Epilogue | O Life! O Death! O God! | | 69 | 433 |
| 309: | Epilogue | We have worshipped two gods from our earliest youth, | | 24 | 579 |
| 310: | Epilogue. | Beyond the moon, within a land of mist, | | 30 | 46 |
| 311: | Epiphany | There is nothing that eases my heart so much | | 16 | 438 |
| 312: | Evasion | Why do I love you, who have never given | | 18 | 541 |
| 313: | Evening On The Farm | From out the hills where twilight stands, | | 70 | 440 |
| 314: | Evening On The Farm | From out the hills, where twilight stands, | | 70 | 573 |
| 315: | Evening On The Farm | From out the hills where twilight stands, | | 70 | 454 |
| 316: | Experience | Three memories hold us ever | | 24 | 568 |
| 317: | Face To Face. | Dead! and all the haughty fate | | 84 | 45 |
| 318: | Faery Morris | The winds are whist; and, hid in mist, | | 24 | 50 |
| 319: | Failure | No ray, no will-o'-wisp, no firefly gleam; | | 20 | 504 |
| 320: | Failure. | There are some souls | | 36 | 531 |
| 321: | Fairies | There's a little fairy who | | 60 | 632 |
| 322: | Fairies. | On the tremulous coppice, | | 75 | 44 |
| 323: | Falerina. | The night is hung above us, love, | | 48 | 42 |
| 324: | Fall | Sad-hearted spirit of the solitudes, | | 23 | 48 |
| 325: | Feud. | A Mile of lane, hedged high with iron-weeds | | 36 | 533 |
| 326: | Fiddledeedee And The Bumblebee | T was Fiddledeedee who put to sea | | 24 | 442 |
| 327: | Field And Forest Call | There is a field, that leans upon two hills, | | 22 | 534 |
| 328: | Field And Forest Call | There is a field, that leans upon two hills, | | 22 | 590 |
| 329: | Field And Forest Call | There is a field, that leans upon two hills, | | 22 | 402 |
| 330: | Finale. | So let it be. Thou wilt not say 't was I! | | 21 | 56 |
| 331: | Five Fancies. | As tall as the lily, as tall as the rose, | | 86 | 61 |
| 332: | Floridian. | The cactus and the aloe bloom | | 28 | 445 |
| 333: | Flowers | Oh, why for us the blighted bloom! | | 16 | 46 |
| 334: | For The Old | These are the things I pray Heaven send us still, | | 8 | 589 |
| 335: | Forerunners | T is n't long till Christmas now. | | 36 | 452 |
| 336: | Forest And Field | Green, watery jets of light let through | | 218 | 456 |
| 337: | Forevermore. | O heart that vainly follows | | 56 | 48 |
| 338: | Foreword To Weeds By The Wall | In the first rare spring of song, | | 60 | 46 |
| 339: | Foreword. To Idyllic Monologues | And one, perchance, will read and sigh: | | 18 | 53 |
| 340: | Fortune | Within the hollowed hand of God, | | 12 | 601 |
| 341: | Fortune | Fortune may pass us by: | | 6 | 607 |
| 342: | Fragment - Ghosts. | In soft sad nights, when all the still lagoon | | 16 | 41 |
| 343: | Fragment - Moonrise At Sea. | With lips that were hoarse with a fury | | 18 | 60 |
| 344: | Fragment - Stars. | The fields of space gleam bright, as if some ancient giant, old | | 4 | 53 |
| 345: | Friends | Down through the woods, along the way | | 30 | 648 |
| 346: | Friends | Down through the woods, along the way | | 30 | 546 |
| 347: | Frogs At Night | I heard the toads and frogs last night | | 26 | 474 |
| 348: | From Cove To Cove | The road leads up a hill through many a brake, | | 14 | 484 |
| 349: | From Unbelief To Belief. | Why come ye here to sigh that I, | | 44 | 41 |
| 350: | Frost | Magician he, who, autumn nights, | | 16 | 538 |
| 351: | Frost In May | March set heel upon the flowers, | | 35 | 484 |
| 352: | Frost. | White artist he, who, breezeless nights, | | 40 | 61 |
| 353: | Fulfillment | Yes, there are some who may look on these | | 14 | 48 |
| 354: | Gammer Gaffer - A Ballad Of Gloucester | One night when trees were tumbled down, | | 68 | 447 |
| 355: | Garden And Gardener | To weed the Garden of the Mind | | 30 | 664 |
| 356: | Garden Gossip | Thin, chisel-fine a cricket chipped | | 25 | 568 |
| 357: | Garden Gossip | Thin, chisel-fine a cricket chipped | | 25 | 644 |
| 358: | Gargaphie | There the ragged sunlight lay | | 56 | 505 |
| 359: | Gargaphie | There the ragged sunlight lay | | 56 | 458 |
| 360: | Genius Loci | What wood-god, on this water's mossy curb, | | 48 | 492 |
| 361: | Genius Loci | What wood-god, on this water's mossy curb, | | 48 | 632 |
| 362: | Genius Loci. | What deity for dozing laziness | | 48 | 58 |
| 363: | Geraldine | Ah, Geraldine, lost Geraldine, | | 130 | 53 |
| 364: | Geraldine, Geraldine | Geraldine, Geraldine, Do you remember where | | 64 | 448 |
| 365: | Gertrude. | When first I gazed on GERTRUDE'S face, | | 14 | 43 |
| 366: | Ghost Stories | When the hoot of the owl comes over the hill, | | 36 | 647 |
| 367: | Ghosts | Was it the strain of the waltz that, repeating | | 28 | 514 |
| 368: | Ghosts | Low, weed-climbed cliffs, o'er which at noon | | 32 | 436 |
| 369: | Gipsies | There's a scent of pungent wood smoke in the chill October air, | | 21 | 580 |
| 370: | Glamour | With fall on fall, from wood to wood, | | 24 | 418 |
| 371: | God's Green Book | Out, out in the open fields, | | 27 | 477 |
| 372: | Going For The Cows. | The juice-big apples' sullen gold, | | 56 | 48 |
| 373: | Gramarye. | There are some things that entertain me more | | 42 | 52 |
| 374: | Gray November | Dull, dimly gleaming, The dawn looks downward | | 36 | 594 |
| 375: | Gray Skies | It is not well For me to dwell | | 14 | 532 |
| 376: | Hackelnberg. | When down the Hartz the echoes swarm | | 27 | 62 |
| 377: | Haec Olim Meminisse | Febrile perfumes as of faded roses | | 24 | 495 |
| 378: | Halloween. | It was down in the woodland on last Hallowe'en, | | 20 | 493 |
| 379: | Hallowmas | All hushed of glee, The last chill bee | | 28 | 718 |
| 380: | Happiness | There is a voice that calls to me; a voice that cries deep down; | | 30 | 477 |
| 381: | Happiness | Around its mountain many footpaths wind, | | 4 | 598 |
| 382: | Happy-Go-Lucky | I can't get up with the chickens; | | 24 | 471 |
| 383: | Harvesting. | The tanned and sultry noon climbs high | | 46 | 41 |
| 384: | Haunted. | When grave the twilight settles o'er my roof, | | 14 | 58 |
| 385: | Haunters Of The Silence | There are haunters of the silence, ghosts that hold the heart and brain: | | 20 | 453 |
| 386: | Hawking. | I see them still, when poring o'er | | 36 | 52 |
| 387: | He Who Loves. | For him God's birds each merry morn | | 18 | 57 |
| 388: | Heart Of My Heart | Here where the season turns the land to gold, | | 18 | 525 |
| 389: | Heart's Encouragement. | Nor time nor all his minions | | 24 | 48 |
| 390: | Heat | Now is it as if Spring had never been, | | 54 | 559 |
| 391: | Helen. | Heaped in raven loops and masses | | 24 | 467 |
| 392: | Hepaticas | In the frail hepaticas, That the early Springtide tossed, | | 24 | 599 |
| 393: | Hepaticas | In the frail hepaticas, That the early Springtide tossed, | | 24 | 611 |
| 394: | Her Eyes | In her dark eyes dreams poetize; | | 18 | 57 |
| 395: | Her Eyes And Mouth. | There is no Paradise like that which lies | | 4 | 442 |
| 396: | Her Face. | The gladness of our Southern spring; the grace | | 4 | 452 |
| 397: | Her Portrait | Were I an artist, Lydia, I | | 24 | 541 |
| 398: | Her Prayer. | She kneels with haggard eyes and hair | | 30 | 433 |
| 399: | Her Soul. | To me not only does her soul suggest | | 4 | 426 |
| 400: | Her Vesper Song. | The Summer lightning comes and goes | | 24 | 40 |
| 401: | Her Violin. | Her violin! - Again begin | | 30 | 56 |
| 402: | Her Vivien Eyes | Her Vivien eyes, - beware! beware! | | 21 | 57 |
| 403: | Hesperian - Proem | The path that winds by wood and stream | | 32 | 523 |
| 404: | Hey, Little Boy | Hey, little boy, little boy, come to me! | | 24 | 463 |
| 405: | High On A Hill | There is a place among the Cape Ann hills | | 14 | 410 |
| 406: | Hilda Of The Hillside | Who is she, like the spring, who comes down | | 38 | 445 |
| 407: | Hills Of The West | Hills of the west, that gird | | 24 | 43 |
| 408: | Hoar-Frost | The frail eidolons of all blossoms Spring, | | 14 | 53 |
| 409: | Home | I dream again I 'm in the lane | | 30 | 436 |
| 410: | Home Again. | Far down the lane A window pane | | 40 | 532 |
| 411: | Home. | Among the fields the camomile | | 20 | 62 |
| 412: | Homespun | If heart be tired and soul be sad | | 33 | 454 |
| 413: | Hoodoo. | She mutters and stoops by the lone bayou | | 45 | 598 |
| 414: | Hope | Within the world of every man's desire | | 5 | 517 |
| 415: | Hope On | Hope on, dear Heart, and you will see | | 14 | 484 |
| 416: | How They Brought Aid to Bryan's Station | With saddles girt and reins held fast, | | 96 | 43 |
| 417: | Hylas | The cuckoo-sorrel paints with pink | | 72 | 566 |
| 418: | Hymn To Desire | Mother of visions, with lineaments dulcet as numbers | | 52 | 449 |
| 419: | Hymn To Spiritual Desire | Mother of visions, with lineaments dulcet as numbers | | 52 | 492 |
| 420: | Hymn To Spiritual Desire | Mother of visions, with lineaments dulcet as numbers | | 52 | 409 |
| 421: | Imperfection | Not as the eye hath seen, shall we behold | | 14 | 44 |
| 422: | In A Garden | The pink rose drops its petals on | | 28 | 436 |
| 423: | In A Garden | The pink rose drops its petals on | | 28 | 510 |
| 424: | In Ages Past | I Stood upon a height and listened to | | 14 | 558 |
| 425: | In An Annisquam Garden | Old phantoms haunt it of the long ago; | 1908 | 14 | 496 |
| 426: | In An Old Garden. | The Autumn pines and fades | | 36 | 52 |
| 427: | In Arcady | I remember, when a child, | | 84 | 430 |
| 428: | In Arcady | I remember, when a child, | | 84 | 438 |
| 429: | In Autumn | Sunflowers wither and lilies die, | | 20 | 487 |
| 430: | In Black And Red | The hush of death is on the night. The corn, | | 14 | 598 |
| 431: | In Clay | Here went a horse with heavy laboring stride | | 20 | 520 |
| 432: | In June. | Deep in the West a berry-coloured bar | | 14 | 47 |
| 433: | In Late Fall. | Such days as break the wild bird's heart; | | 12 | 51 |
| 434: | In May | When you and I in the hills went Maying, | | 24 | 421 |
| 435: | In May | When you and I in the hills went Maying, | | 24 | 574 |
| 436: | In May | When you and I in the hills went Maying, | | 24 | 449 |
| 437: | In Middle Spring. | When the fields are rolled into naked gold, | | 36 | 58 |
| 438: | In Mythic Seas. | Neath saffron stars and satin skies, dark-blue, | | 76 | 44 |
| 439: | In November. | No windy white of wind-blown clouds is thine, | | 20 | 48 |
| 440: | In Pearl And Gold | When pearl and gold, o'er deeps of musk, | | 36 | 400 |
| 441: | In Solitary Places | The hurl and hurry of the winds of March, | | 507 | 387 |
| 442: | In Summer | When in dry hollows, hilled with hay, | | 18 | 52 |
| 443: | In The Beech Woods | Amber and emerald, cairngorm and chrysoprase, | | 24 | 432 |
| 444: | In The Forest Of Love | What sighed the Forest to the nest? | | 36 | 525 |
| 445: | In The Forest. | One well might deem, among these miles of woods, | | 14 | 573 |
| 446: | In The Lane | When the hornet hangs in the hollyhock, | | 30 | 421 |
| 447: | In The Lane | When the hornet hangs in the hollyhock, | | 30 | 478 |
| 448: | In The Mountains | The way is rock and rubbish to a road | | 28 | 453 |
| 449: | In The Shadow Of The Beeches | In the shadow of the beeches, | | 28 | 627 |
| 450: | In The Shadow Of The Beeches. | In the shadow of the beeches, | | 28 | 556 |
| 451: | In The South. [Serenade.] | The dim verbena drugs the dusk | | 38 | 49 |
| 452: | In The Storm | Over heaven clouds are drifted; | | 24 | 441 |
| 453: | In The Wood | The waterfall, deep in the wood, | | 36 | 452 |
| 454: | In The Wood | The waterfall, deep in the wood, | | 36 | 529 |
| 455: | In Winter | When black frosts pluck the acorns down, | | 18 | 64 |
| 456: | Indian Summer | The dawn is a warp of fever, | | 28 | 442 |
| 457: | Indifference | She is so dear the wildflowers near | | 12 | 41 |
| 458: | Inscribed To The Pathetic Memory Of The Poet Henry Timrod | Long are the days, and three times long the nights. | | 14 | 44 |
| 459: | Insomnia. | It seems that dawn will never climb | | 16 | 69 |
| 460: | Inspiration. | All who have toiled for Art, who've won or lost, | | 4 | 450 |
| 461: | Interpreted | What magic shall solve us the secret | | 20 | 39 |
| 462: | Intimations | Is it uneasy moonlight | | 68 | 451 |
| 463: | Intimations Of The Beautiful | The hills are full of prophecies | | 330 | 544 |
| 464: | Intimations Of The Beautiful | The hills are full of prophecies | | 331 | 568 |
| 465: | Invocation. | O Life! O Death! O God! | | 61 | 48 |
| 466: | Ismael. | Ismael, the Sultan, in the Ramazan, | | 64 | 47 |
| 467: | Jotunheim | Beyond the Northern Lights, in regions haunted | | 102 | 411 |
| 468: | Joy | What were this life without her? | | 16 | 477 |
| 469: | Joy Speaks | One with the Heaven above | | 8 | 607 |
| 470: | Joy's Magic | Joy's is the magic sweet, | | 16 | 500 |
| 471: | July | Now 'tis the time when, tall, | | 50 | 632 |
| 472: | June. | Hotly burns the amaryllis | | 16 | 58 |
| 473: | Katydids And The Moon | Summer evenings, when it's warm, | | 36 | 558 |
| 474: | Kentucky | You, who are met to remember | 1913 | 40 | 485 |
| 475: | Kinship | There is no flower of wood or lea, | | 21 | 47 |
| 476: | Knight-Errant | Onward he gallops through enchanted gloom. | | 14 | 486 |
| 477: | Ku Klux | We have sent him seeds of the melon's core, | | 24 | 625 |
| 478: | Ku Klux | We have sent him seeds of the melon's core, | | 24 | 590 |
| 479: | La Beale Isoud. | With bloodshot eyes the morning rose | | 110 | 47 |
| 480: | Lalage. | What were sweet life without her | | 120 | 57 |
| 481: | Last Days. | Aye! heartbreak of the tattered hills, | | 20 | 61 |
| 482: | Late November | Deep in her broom-sedge, burs and iron-weeds, | | 56 | 423 |
| 483: | Late October Woods | Clumped in the shadow of the beech, | | 28 | 442 |
| 484: | Late October. | Ah, haughty hills, sardonic solitudes, | | 48 | 55 |
| 485: | Laus Deo | In her vast church of glimmering blue, | | 16 | 455 |
| 486: | Leander To Hero. | Brows wan thro' blue-black tresses | | 57 | 59 |
| 487: | Lethe | There is a scent of roses and spilt wine | | 36 | 408 |
| 488: | Life | There is never a thing we dream or do | | 56 | 470 |
| 489: | Life And Death. A Quatrain. | Of our own selves God makes a glass, wherein | | 4 | 48 |
| 490: | Life's Seasons | When all the world was Mayday, | | 24 | 626 |
| 491: | Light And Wind | Where, through the myriad leaves of forest trees, | | 14 | 463 |
| 492: | Light And Wind | Where, through the myriad leaves of forest trees, | | 14 | 506 |
| 493: | Lilith | Yea, there are some who always seek | | 48 | 45 |
| 494: | Lilith's Lover | White art thou, O Lilith! as the foam that glimmers and quivers, | | 45 | 587 |
| 495: | Lillita. | Can I forget how, when you stood | | 40 | 61 |
| 496: | Lincoln | Yea, this is he, whose name is synonym | 1909 | 42 | 412 |
| 497: | Lines | Within the world of every man's desire | | 8 | 541 |
| 498: | Lines. | If GOD should say to me, Behold! - | | 16 | 51 |
| 499: | Little Bird | A Little bird sits in our cottonwood tree, | | 42 | 483 |
| 500: | Little Boy Bad And Little Girl Rude | My nurse she tells me stories, too, | | 60 | 427 |
| 501: | Little Boy Sleepy | Little boy sleepy won't go to bed, | | 35 | 423 |
| 502: | Little Girlie Good Enough | Little Girlie Good Enough | | 56 | 478 |
| 503: | Little Messages Of Joy And Hope | Take heart again. Joy may be lost awhile. | | 57 | 415 |
| 504: | Longing. | When rathe wind-flowers many peer | | 12 | 41 |
| 505: | Lords Of The Visionary Eye | I came upon a pool that shone, | | 52 | 394 |
| 506: | Love And A Day. | In girandoles of gladioles | | 51 | 434 |
| 507: | Love And Loss. | Loss molds our lives in many ways, | | 20 | 502 |
| 508: | Love And The Sea | Love one day, in childish anger, | | 8 | 585 |
| 509: | Love And The Wind | All were in league to capture Love | | 16 | 511 |
| 510: | Love Despised | Can one resolve and hunt it from one's heart? | | 14 | 461 |
| 511: | Love In A Garden. | Between the rose's and the canna's crimson, | | 33 | 443 |
| 512: | Love's Calendar | The spring may come in her pomp and splendor, | | 28 | 536 |
| 513: | Love, The Interpreter. | Thou art the music that I hear in sleep, | | 14 | 502 |
| 514: | Love, The Song Of Songs | Over the roar of cities, | | 20 | 570 |
| 515: | Loveliness | How good it is, when overwrought, | | 18 | 627 |
| 516: | Loveliness. | When I fare forth to kiss the eyes of Spring, | | 48 | 54 |
| 517: | Low-Lie-Down | John-A-Dreams and Harum-Scarum | | 40 | 448 |
| 518: | Loyalty | To Friendship drink, and then to Love, | | 14 | 544 |
| 519: | Lute Song | What will you send her, What will you tell her, | | 16 | 600 |
| 520: | Lydia. | When Autumn's here and days are short, | | 12 | 43 |
| 521: | Lynchers | At the moon's down-going let it be | | 22 | 595 |
| 522: | Lynchers | At the moon's down-going, let it be | | 22 | 414 |
| 523: | March | This is the tomboy month of all the year, | | 14 | 424 |
| 524: | March | This is the tomboy month of all the year, | | 14 | 490 |
| 525: | Margery. | When Spring is here and MARGERY | | 24 | 43 |
| 526: | Mariana | The sunset-crimson poppies are departed, | | 134 | 405 |
| 527: | Mariners | A beardless crew we launched our little boat; | | 90 | 1016 |
| 528: | Masked. | Lying alone I dreamed a dream last night: | | 8 | 449 |
| 529: | Masks | Death rides black-masked to-night; and through the land | | 14 | 590 |
| 530: | Mater Dolorosa. | The nuns sing, "ora pro nobis," | | 40 | 45 |
| 531: | May | The golden discs of the rattlesnake-weed, | | 21 | 635 |
| 532: | May | The golden discs of the rattlesnake-weed, | | 21 | 413 |
| 533: | Meeting And Parting. | When from the tower, like some sweet flower, | | 24 | 400 |
| 534: | Meeting In Summer | A tranquil bar Of rosy twilight under dusk's first star. | | 20 | 575 |
| 535: | Meeting In The Woods | Through ferns and moss the path wound to | | 30 | 447 |
| 536: | Melancholy. A Quatrain. | With shadowy immortelles of memory | | 4 | 48 |
| 537: | Memories. | Here where LOVE lies perishčd, | | 18 | 47 |
| 538: | Mendicants | Bleak, in dark rags of clouds, the day begins, | | 14 | 428 |
| 539: | Mendicants | Bleak, in dark rags of clouds, the day begins, | | 14 | 523 |
| 540: | Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin | Behold! we have gathered together our battleships near and afar; | | 28 | 46 |
| 541: | Messengers | The wind, that gives the rose a kiss | | 15 | 45 |
| 542: | Microcosm | The memory of what we've lost | | 12 | 610 |
| 543: | Mid-Winter | All day the clouds hung ashen with the cold; | | 14 | 565 |
| 544: | Midsummer | The mellow smell of hollyhocks | | 48 | 542 |
| 545: | Midsummer | The mellow smell of hollyhocks | | 48 | 390 |
| 546: | Midsummer. | The red blood clings in her cheeks and stings | | 41 | 56 |
| 547: | Midwinter. | The dew-drop from the rose that slips | | 15 | 49 |
| 548: | Mignon. | Oh, Mignon's mouth is like a rose, | | 21 | 406 |
| 549: | Minions Of The Moon | Through leafy windows of the trees | | 58 | 539 |
| 550: | Mirabile Dictu. | There lives a goddess in the West, | | 24 | 49 |
| 551: | Mirage | He closed his eyes, yet still could see | | 102 | 429 |
| 552: | Miriam. | White clouds and buds and birds and bees, | | 28 | 57 |
| 553: | Mnemosyne | In classic beauty, cold, immaculate, | | 4 | 530 |
| 554: | Moly | When by the wall the tiger-flower swings | | 32 | 414 |
| 555: | Moly | When by the wall the tiger-flower swings | | 32 | 541 |
| 556: | Monochromes | The last rose falls, wrecked of the wind and rain; | | 39 | 47 |
| 557: | Moon Fairies | The moon, a circle of gold, | | 72 | 399 |
| 558: | Moonshiners | How long we had hid there and listened, | | 84 | 417 |
| 559: | Morgan Le Fay | In dim samite was she bedight, | | 56 | 473 |
| 560: | Morning And Night. | Fresh from bathing in orient fountains, | | 35 | 60 |
| 561: | Moss And Fern | Where rise the brakes of bramble there, | | 42 | 449 |
| 562: | Mother | Oh, I am going home again, | | 32 | 494 |
| 563: | Moths And Fireflies | Since Fancy taught me in her school of spells | | 4 | 579 |
| 564: | Mrs. Browning | O voice of ecstasy and lyric pain, | | 14 | 438 |
| 565: | Musagetes. | For the mountains' hoarse greetings came hollow | | 42 | 44 |
| 566: | Music | Thou, oh, thou! Thou of the chorded shell and golden plectrum! thou | | 37 | 487 |
| 567: | Music | God-born before the Sons of God, she hurled, | | 4 | 605 |
| 568: | Music | Thou, oh, thou! Thou of the chorded shell and golden plectrum, thou | | 37 | 495 |
| 569: | Music | Oh, let me die in Music's arms, | | 36 | 569 |
| 570: | Music And Moonlight | White roses, like a mist | | 48 | 441 |
| 571: | Music And Sleep. | These have a life that hath no part in death; | | 14 | 57 |
| 572: | Music Of Summer | Thou sit'st among the sunny silences | | 45 | 589 |
| 573: | Music Of Summer | Thou sit'st among the sunny silences | | 45 | 471 |
| 574: | Music. [A Nocturne.] | The soul of love is harmony; as such | | 62 | 61 |
| 575: | Musings. | All who have toiled for Art, who've won or lost, | | 66 | 415 |
| 576: | Mutatis Mutandis | Here is a tale for children and their grannies: | | 280 | 535 |
| 577: | My Lady Of The Beeches | Here among the beeches Winds and wild perfume, | | 50 | 598 |
| 578: | My Lady of Verne | It all comes back as the end draws near; | | 160 | 43 |
| 579: | My Romance | If it so befalls that the midnight hovers | | 28 | 496 |
| 580: | My Romance | If it so befalls that the midnight hovers | | 28 | 425 |
| 581: | My Suit. | Faith! the Dandelion is | | 32 | 51 |
| 582: | Mysteries | Soft and silken and silvery brown, | | 42 | 407 |
| 583: | Myth And Romance | When I go forth to greet the glad-faced Spring, | | 48 | 394 |
| 584: | Myth And Romance | When I go forth to greet the glad-faced Spring, | | 48 | 572 |
| 585: | Nature-Notes And Impressions | Lead me, thou Bard of Beauty, through those caves | | 1601 | 540 |
| 586: | Nearing Christmas | The season of the rose and peace is past: | | 42 | 459 |
| 587: | Never - Song | Love hath no place in her, | | 24 | 483 |
| 588: | Night | Out of the East, as from an unknown shore, | | 33 | 474 |
| 589: | Night And Rain | The night has set her outposts there | | 40 | 421 |
| 590: | Night And Storm At Gloucester | I heard the wind last night that cried and wept | | 14 | 536 |
| 591: | Night. | Lo! where the car of Day down slopes of flame | | 50 | 54 |
| 592: | Nightfall. | O day, so sicklied o'er with night! | | 20 | 54 |
| 593: | No More. | The slanted storm tossed at their feet | | 22 | 48 |
| 594: | Nocturne | A disc of violet blue, | | 36 | 508 |
| 595: | Noëra | Noëra, when sad Fall Has grayed the fallow; | | 54 | 631 |
| 596: | Noera | Noëra, when sad Fall Has grayed the fallow; | | 54 | 466 |
| 597: | Nothing To Do | Don't know what to do to-day. | | 80 | 459 |
| 598: | November | The shivering wind sits in the oaks, whose limbs, | | 28 | 418 |
| 599: | November | The shivering wind sits in the oaks, whose limbs, | | 28 | 547 |
| 600: | O Maytime Woods! | O Maytime woods! O Maytime lanes and hours! | | 35 | 512 |
| 601: | O Maytime Woods! | O Maytime woods! O Maytime lanes and hours! | | 36 | 494 |
| 602: | Occult | Unto the soul's companionship | | 25 | 57 |
| 603: | October | Far off a wind blew, and I heard | | 40 | 462 |
| 604: | October | I Oft have met her slowly wandering | | 40 | 437 |
| 605: | October | Far off a wind blew, and I heard | | 40 | 495 |
| 606: | October | Long hosts of sunlight, and the bright wind blows | | 28 | 533 |
| 607: | October | Long hosts of sunlight, and the bright wind blows | | 28 | 66 |
| 608: | Of The Slums. | Red-Faced as old carousal, and with eyes | | 14 | 396 |
| 609: | Oglethorpe | As when with oldtime passion for this Land | | 137 | 506 |
| 610: | Old Ghosts | Clove-spicy pinks and phlox that fill the sense | | 30 | 427 |
| 611: | Old Homes | Old homes among the hills! I love their gardens; | | 25 | 518 |
| 612: | Old Homes | Old homes among the hills! I love their gardens, | | 25 | 556 |
| 613: | Old Homes | Old homes among the hills! I love their gardens; | | 25 | 405 |
| 614: | Old Jack Frost | Last night we were kept awake. | | 54 | 458 |
| 615: | Old Man Rain | Old Man Rain at the windowpane | | 18 | 534 |
| 616: | Old Man Winter | There is nothing at all to do to-day. | | 78 | 462 |
| 617: | Old Sir John | Bald, with old eyes a blood-shot blue, he comes | | 14 | 403 |
| 618: | Old Sis Snow | Old Sis Snow, with hair ablow, | | 27 | 445 |
| 619: | Old Snake-Doctor | Once I found an ant-lion's hole | | 49 | 471 |
| 620: | Omens | Sad o'er the hills the poppy sunset died. | | 14 | 47 |
| 621: | On A Dial. | To-morrow and to-morrow | | 12 | 49 |
| 622: | On Chenoweth's Run. | I Thought of the road through the glen, | | 30 | 533 |
| 623: | On Midsummer Night | All the poppies in their beds | | 70 | 419 |
| 624: | On Old Cape Ann | Old days, old ways, old homes beside the sea; | | 105 | 516 |
| 625: | On Opening An Old School Volume Of Horace | I had forgot how, in my day | | 15 | 450 |
| 626: | On Re-Reading Certain German Poets | They hold their own, they have no peers | | 15 | 413 |
| 627: | On Reading The Life Of Haroun Er Reshid | Down all the lanterned Bagdad of our youth | | 4 | 559 |
| 628: | On The Farm | He sang a song as he sowed the field, | | 28 | 55 |
| 629: | On The Hilltop | There is no inspiration in the view. | | 14 | 451 |
| 630: | On the Jellico Spur of the Cumberlands | You remember how the mist, | | 136 | 45 |
| 631: | On The Jellico-Spur. | You remember, the deep mist, | | 144 | 53 |
| 632: | On The Road | Let us bid the world good-by, | | 30 | 421 |
| 633: | One Day And Another A Lyrical Eclogue Complete | The mottled moth at eventide | | 2157 | 47 |
| 634: | One Day And Another A Lyrical Eclogue Part I - Late Spring | The mottled moth at eventide | | 506 | 36 |
| 635: | One Day And Another A Lyrical Eclogue Part II Early Summer | The cricket in the rose-bush hedge | | 470 | 51 |
| 636: | One Day And Another A Lyrical Eclogue Part III Late Summer | Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, | | 583 | 43 |
| 637: | One Day And Another A Lyrical Eclogue Part IV Late Autumn | They who die young are blest. | | 294 | 47 |
| 638: | One Day And Another A Lyrical Eclogue Part V Winter | We, whom God sets a task, | | 304 | 50 |
| 639: | One Who Died Young | With her 't is well now. She died young, | | 18 | 407 |
| 640: | One Who Loved Nature | He was not learned in any art; | | 64 | 519 |
| 641: | One Who Loved Nature | He was not learned in any art; | | 64 | 442 |
| 642: | Opium. | I seemed to stand before a temple walled | | 14 | 61 |
| 643: | Opportunity | Behold a hag whom Life denies a kiss | | 4 | 435 |
| 644: | Orgie | On nights like this, when bayou and lagoon | | 16 | 421 |
| 645: | Oriental Romance | Beyond lost seas of summer she | | 32 | 461 |
| 646: | Oriental Romance | Beyond lost seas of summer she | | 32 | 433 |
| 647: | Orlando Mad. | In mail of black my limbs I girt, | | 60 | 39 |
| 648: | Ossian's Poems. | Here I have heard on hills the battle clash | | 14 | 45 |
| 649: | Our Dreams | Spare us our Dreams, O God! The dream we dreamed | | 14 | 376 |
| 650: | Out Of The Depths. | Let me forget her face! | | 24 | 443 |
| 651: | Overseas | When Fall drowns morns in mist, it seems | | 50 | 522 |
| 652: | Overseas | When Fall drowns morns in mist, it seems | | 50 | 415 |
| 653: | Pagan | The gods, who could loose and bind | | 24 | 57 |
| 654: | Pan. | Haunter of green intricacies, | | 36 | 53 |
| 655: | Passion. | The wine-loud laughter of indulged Desire | | 5 | 50 |
| 656: | Pastures By The Sea | Here where the coves indent the shore and fall | | 14 | 516 |
| 657: | Paths | What words of mine can tell the spell | | 42 | 458 |
| 658: | Paths | What words of mine can tell the spell | | 42 | 426 |
| 659: | Pause. | So sick of dreams! the dreams, that stain | | 12 | 43 |
| 660: | Pax Vobiscum. | Her violets in thine eyes | | 20 | 50 |
| 661: | Pearls. | Baroque, but beautiful, between the lunes, | | 14 | 543 |
| 662: | Penetralia | I am a part of all you see | | 35 | 449 |
| 663: | Penetralia | I am a part of all you see | | 35 | 571 |
| 664: | Penury. A Quatrain. | Above his misered embers, gnarled and gray, | | 4 | 53 |
| 665: | Perle Des Jardins. | What am I, and what is he | | 76 | 35 |
| 666: | Persephone. | O Hades! O false gods! false to yourselves! | | 46 | 35 |
| 667: | Pestilence. | High on a throne of noisome ooze and heat, | | 6 | 448 |
| 668: | Phantoms | This was her home; one mossy gable thrust | | 35 | 430 |
| 669: | Phantoms | This was her home; one mossy gable thrust | | 35 | 493 |
| 670: | Pictured | This is the face of her | | 25 | 51 |
| 671: | Pixy Wood | The vat-like cups of the fungus, filled | | 32 | 533 |
| 672: | Poe | Upon the summit of his Century | 1909 | 14 | 390 |
| 673: | Poetry | Who hath beheld the goddess face to face, | | 4 | 494 |
| 674: | Poetry and Philosophy | Out of the past the dim leaves spoke to me | | 14 | 43 |
| 675: | Poppies. | Summer met Sleep at sunset, | | 6 | 436 |
| 676: | Poppy And Mandragora | Let us go far from here! | | 70 | 445 |
| 677: | Portents | Above the world a glare | | 40 | 421 |
| 678: | Pre-Ordination. | She bewitched me in my childhood, | | 68 | 44 |
| 679: | Preludes | There is no rhyme that is half so sweet | | 31 | 607 |
| 680: | Preludes | There is no rhyme that is half so sweet | | 31 | 515 |
| 681: | Premonition | I saw the Summer through her garden go, | | 14 | 376 |
| 682: | Preparation. | How often hope's fair flower blooms richest where | | 2 | 431 |
| 683: | Problems | Man's are the learnings of his books | | 16 | 511 |
| 684: | Problems | Man's are the learnings of his books | | 16 | 403 |
| 685: | Problems | There are some things I call riddles, | | 56 | 392 |
| 686: | Processional | Universes are the pages | | 52 | 413 |
| 687: | Proem. | Oh, for a soul that fulfills | | 16 | 602 |
| 688: | Proem. To Myth And Romance | There is no rhyme that is half so sweet | | 13 | 379 |
| 689: | Prologue | There is a poetry that speaks | | 54 | 401 |
| 690: | Prologue | What loveliness the years contrive | | 16 | 504 |
| 691: | Prologue (Kentucky Poems) | There is a poetry that speaks | | 54 | 49 |
| 692: | Prototypes | Whether it be that we in letters trace | | 14 | 401 |
| 693: | Prototypes | Whether it be that we in letters trace | | 14 | 448 |
| 694: | Prćterita. | Low belts of rushes ragged with the blast; | | 14 | 51 |
| 695: | Questionings. | Now when wan winter sunsets be | | 18 | 74 |
| 696: | Quiet | A Log-Hut in the solitude, | | 20 | 560 |
| 697: | Quiet Lanes | Now rests the season in forgetfulness, | | 97 | 524 |
| 698: | Quiet Lanes | From the lyrical eclogue"One Day and Another" | | 98 | 441 |
| 699: | Quo Vadis | It is as if imperial trumpets broke | | 14 | 53 |
| 700: | Ragamuffin | There's a boy that you must know, | | 56 | 512 |
| 701: | Rain | Around, the stillness deepened; then the grain | | 18 | 549 |
| 702: | Rain | Around, the stillness deepened; then the grain | | 18 | 555 |
| 703: | Rain And Wind | I hear the hoofs of horses | | 30 | 48 |
| 704: | Rain In The Woods | When on the leaves the rain persists, | | 50 | 517 |
| 705: | Rainless | The locust builds its are of sound | | 24 | 464 |
| 706: | Reasons | Yea, why I love thee let my heart repeat: | | 21 | 581 |
| 707: | Reconciliation | Listen, dearest! you must love me more, | | 41 | 393 |
| 708: | Reed Call For April. | When April comes, and pelts with buds | | 27 | 383 |
| 709: | Reincarnation. | High in the place of outraged liberty, | | 12 | 490 |
| 710: | Rembrandts. | I shall not soon forget her and her eyes, | | 36 | 49 |
| 711: | Remembered | Here in the dusk I see her face again | | 20 | 49 |
| 712: | Requiem | No more for him, where hills look down, | | 28 | 522 |
| 713: | Requiem | No more for him, where hills look down, | | 28 | 424 |
| 714: | Requiescat. | The roses mourn for her who sleeps | | 45 | 456 |
| 715: | Response | There is a music of immaculate love, | | 14 | 461 |
| 716: | Rest | Under the brindled beech, | | 25 | 44 |
| 717: | Restraint | Dear heart and love! what happiness to sit | | 14 | 484 |
| 718: | Revealment | A sense of sadness in the golden air; | | 18 | 596 |
| 719: | Revealment | A Sense of sadness in the golden air, | | 18 | 381 |
| 720: | Revealment. | At moonset when ghost speaks with ghost, | | 15 | 50 |
| 721: | Reverie | What ogive gates from gold of Ophir wrought, | | 60 | 376 |
| 722: | Revisited. | It was beneath a waning moon when all the woods were sear, | | 18 | 45 |
| 723: | Riches. | What mines the morning heavens unfold! | | 12 | 375 |
| 724: | Riders In The Night | Death rides black-masked to-night; and through the land | | 60 | 524 |
| 725: | Riley | Riley, whose pen has made the world your debtor, | | 15 | 402 |
| 726: | Robert Browning | Master of human harmonies, where gong | | 14 | 405 |
| 727: | Romance | Thus have I pictured her: - In Arden old | | 52 | 389 |
| 728: | Romance | Oh, go not to the lonely hill, | | 55 | 498 |
| 729: | Romance | Thus have I pictured her: In Arden old | | 52 | 315 |
| 730: | Romaunt Of The Oak | I rode to death, for I fought for shame | | 76 | 372 |
| 731: | Rome | Above the circus of the world she sat, | | 4 | 544 |
| 732: | Rose And Leaf | All the roses now are gone, | | 15 | 350 |
| 733: | Rose And Redbird - A Faerytale. | I had the strangest dream last night: | | 48 | 448 |
| 734: | Rose Leaves When The Rose Is Dead | See how the rose leaves fall | | 65 | 522 |
| 735: | Rosemary | Above her, pearl and rose the heavens lay; | | 30 | 565 |
| 736: | Santa Claus | When my mother is n't here, | | 48 | 456 |
| 737: | Science. | Miranda-like, above the world she waves | | 4 | 376 |
| 738: | Sea Dreams. | Oh, to see in the night in a May moon's light | | 34 | 38 |
| 739: | Seasons | I heard the forest's green heart beat | | 28 | 406 |
| 740: | Second Sight | They lean their faces to me through | | 30 | 47 |
| 741: | Self And Soul. | It came to me in my sleep, | | 54 | 57 |
| 742: | Self. | A Sufi debauchee of dreams | | 20 | 46 |
| 743: | Semper Idem. | Hold up thy head and crush | | 20 | 52 |
| 744: | Senorita | An agate-black, your roguish eyes | | 32 | 486 |
| 745: | Senorita | An agate-black, your roguish eyes | | 32 | 415 |
| 746: | Senorita. | An agate black thy roguish eyes | | 28 | 92 |
| 747: | September On Cape Ann | The partridge-berry flecks with flame the way | 1908 | 14 | 485 |
| 748: | September. | The bubbled blue of morning-glory spires, | | 14 | 469 |
| 749: | Serenade | The pink rose drops its petals on | | 28 | 51 |
| 750: | Serenade. | By the burnished laurel line | | 24 | 40 |
| 751: | Service | Here is a tale for proper men and virgins: | | 14 | 479 |
| 752: | Service | I passed a cottage 'twixt the town and wood, | | 48 | 385 |
| 753: | Shadows On The Shore | The doubtful dawn came dim and wan, | | 32 | 376 |
| 754: | Shadows. | Ha! help! - 'twas palpable! | | 20 | 72 |
| 755: | She Is So Much | She is so much to me, to me, | | 21 | 52 |
| 756: | Simulacra | Dark in the west the sunset's sombre wrack | | 14 | 439 |
| 757: | Sin. | There is a legend of an old Hartz tower | | 14 | 51 |
| 758: | Since Then | I found myself among the trees | | 20 | 406 |
| 759: | Since Then | I found myself among the trees | | 20 | 447 |
| 760: | Sings | The dim verbena drugs the dusk | | 38 | 325 |
| 761: | Sleep Is A Spirit. | Sleep is a spirit, who beside us sits, | | 36 | 445 |
| 762: | Snow | The moon, like a round device | | 12 | 55 |
| 763: | Snow And Fire | Deep-hearted roses of the purple dusk | | 18 | 545 |
| 764: | So Much To Do | The face of the world is a homely face, | | 48 | 438 |
| 765: | Solstice | The ant is busy with its house, | | 40 | 368 |
| 766: | Some Reckon Time By Stars | Some reckon time by stars, | | 24 | 345 |
| 767: | Song | Unto the portal of the House of Song, | | 16 | 57 |
| 768: | Song Of The Elf | When the poppies, with their shields, | | 36 | 456 |
| 769: | Song Of The Night-Riders | It's up and out with the bat and owl! | | 40 | 335 |
| 770: | Song Of The Spirits Of Spring. | Wafted o'er purple seas, | | 56 | 46 |
| 771: | Song. | Far over the summer sea, | | 32 | 54 |
| 772: | Sorrow. A Quatrain. | Death takes her hand and leads her through the waste | | 4 | 56 |
| 773: | Sound And Sights | Often, when I wake at night, | | 44 | 469 |
| 774: | Sounds And Sights | Little leaves, that lean your ears | | 18 | 361 |
| 775: | Spirit Of Dreams | Where hast thou folded thy pinions, | | 36 | 564 |
| 776: | Spring | When on the mountain tops ray-crowned Apollo | | 24 | 486 |
| 777: | Spring | First Came the rain, loud, with sonorous lips; | | 14 | 463 |
| 778: | Spring On The Hills | Ah, shall I follow, on the hills, | | 35 | 412 |
| 779: | Spring Twilight | The sun set late; and left along the west | | 20 | 358 |
| 780: | St. John's Eve. | Dizzily round | | 48 | 59 |
| 781: | Standing-Stone Creek. | A weed-grown slope, whereon the rain | | 36 | 52 |
| 782: | Storm At Annisquam | The sun sinks scarlet as a barberry. | | 14 | 429 |
| 783: | Storm Sabbat | Against the pane the darkness, wet and cold, | | 14 | 516 |
| 784: | Storm. | I looked into the night and saw | | 10 | 56 |
| 785: | Strategy. A Quatrain. | Craft's silent sister and the daughter deep | | 4 | 48 |
| 786: | Strollers. | We have no castles, | | 42 | 59 |
| 787: | Substratum. | Hear you r o music in the creaks | | 54 | 38 |
| 788: | Success | How some succeed who have least need, | | 10 | 54 |
| 789: | Success. | Success allures us in the earth and skies: | | 4 | 369 |
| 790: | Summer | Hang out your loveliest star, O Night! O Night! | | 70 | 446 |
| 791: | Summer Noontide | The slender snail clings to the leaf, | | 54 | 487 |
| 792: | Summer. | Now Lucifer ignites her taper bright | | 70 | 40 |
| 793: | Sun And Flowers | The spring is coming! hear it blow! | | 32 | 533 |
| 794: | Sunset And Storm | Deep with divine tautology, | | 18 | 436 |
| 795: | Sunset And Storm. | Deep with divine tautology, | | 18 | 342 |
| 796: | Sunset Clouds. | Low clouds, the lightning veins and cleaves, | | 20 | 378 |
| 797: | Sunset Dreams | The moth and beetle wing about | | 24 | 495 |
| 798: | Sunset Dreams | The moth and beetle wing about | | 24 | 430 |
| 799: | Sunset In Autumn | Blood-Coloured oaks, that stand against a sky of gold and brass; | | 20 | 411 |
| 800: | Sunset On The River | A Sea of onyx are the skies, | | 24 | 405 |
| 801: | Superstition | In the waste places, in the dreadful night, | | 14 | 376 |
| 802: | Swinging | Under the boughs of spring | | 24 | 507 |
| 803: | Tabernacles | The little tents the wildflowers raise | | 27 | 389 |
| 804: | Take Heart | Take heart again. Joy may be lost awhile. | | 4 | 413 |
| 805: | Tempest. A Quatrain. | With helms of lightning, glittering in the skies, | | 4 | 43 |
| 806: | That Night When I Came To The Grange | The trees took on fantastic shapes | | 174 | 453 |
| 807: | The "Kentucky" | Here's to her who bears the name | | 30 | 477 |
| 808: | The Age Of Gold | The clouds that tower in storm, that beat | | 18 | 403 |
| 809: | The Age Of Gold | The clouds that tower in storm, that beat | | 18 | 429 |
| 810: | The Alcalde's Daughter. | The times they had kissed and parted | | 36 | 44 |
| 811: | The Angel With The Book | When to that house I came which, long ago, | | 48 | 411 |
| 812: | The Ape | Here is a tale for maidens and for mothers: | | 14 | 507 |
| 813: | The Artist | In story books, when I was very young, | | 14 | 45 |
| 814: | The Ass | Here is a tale for artists and for writers: | | 14 | 495 |
| 815: | The Aurora | Night and the sea, and heaven overhead | | 14 | 357 |
| 816: | The Awakening | God made that night of pearl and ivory, | | 56 | 388 |
| 817: | The Bagpipe | Here is a tale for poets and for players: | | 14 | 530 |
| 818: | The Ballad Of The Rose | Booted and spurred he rode toward the west, | | 56 | 373 |
| 819: | The Battle | Black clouds hung low and heavy, | | 12 | 413 |
| 820: | The Beast | Here is a tale for sportsmen when at table: | | 14 | 537 |
| 821: | The Berriers. | Down silver precipices drawn | | 56 | 54 |
| 822: | The Best Of Life | With soul self-blind | | 12 | 410 |
| 823: | The Better Lot. | Her life was bound to crutches: pale and bent, | | 8 | 42 |
| 824: | The Birthday Party | Had a birthday yesterday. | | 54 | 497 |
| 825: | The Black Knight | I had not found the road too short, | | 196 | 364 |
| 826: | The Black Knight | I had not found the road too short, | | 196 | 383 |
| 827: | The Blind God. | I know not if she be unkind, | | 15 | 57 |
| 828: | The Blind Harper. | And thus it came my feet were led | | 36 | 46 |
| 829: | The Blue Bird. | From morn till noon upon the window-pane | | 14 | 483 |
| 830: | The Blue Mertensia | This is the path he used to take, | | 24 | 338 |
| 831: | The Boy Columbus | And he had mused on lands each bird, | | 30 | 407 |
| 832: | The Boy In The Rain | Sodden and shivering, in mud and rain, | | 14 | 505 |
| 833: | The Boy Next Door | There's a boy who lives next door; | | 72 | 515 |
| 834: | The Boy On The Farm | Out in Oldham County once | | 70 | 418 |
| 835: | The Briar Rose | Youth, with an arrogant air, Passes me by: | | 64 | 332 |
| 836: | The Broken Drouth. | It seemed the listening forest held its breath | | 20 | 480 |
| 837: | The Brook | To it the forest tells The mystery that haunts its heart and folds | | 21 | 453 |
| 838: | The Brothers | Not far from here, it lies beyond | | 324 | 41 |
| 839: | The Brush Sparrow. | Ere wild haws, looming in the glooms, | | 52 | 55 |
| 840: | The Burden Of Desire | In some glad way I know thereof: | | 32 | 323 |
| 841: | The Bush-Sparrow | Ere wild-haws, looming in the glooms, | | 52 | 404 |
| 842: | The Cabbage | Here is a tale for any one who wishes: | | 14 | 559 |
| 843: | The Call Of April | April calling, April calling, April calling me! | | 56 | 458 |
| 844: | The Cat-Bird | The tufted gold of the sassafras, | | 35 | 330 |
| 845: | The Catbird | The tufted gold of the sassafras, | | 35 | 537 |
| 846: | The Catbird | The tufted gold of the sassafras, | | 35 | 337 |
| 847: | The Changeling. | There were Faëries two or three, | | 40 | 52 |
| 848: | The Charcoal Man | Once a charcoal wagon passed, | | 78 | 443 |
| 849: | The Charcoal-Burner's Hut | Deep in a valley, green with ancient beech, | | 43 | 416 |
| 850: | The Child At The Gate | The sunset was a sleepy gold, | | 32 | 394 |
| 851: | The Chipmunk | He makes a roadway of the crumbling fence, | | 32 | 376 |
| 852: | The Chipmunk | He makes a roadway of the crumbling fence, | | 32 | 336 |
| 853: | The Christmas Tree | Christmas is just one week off, | | 56 | 389 |
| 854: | The City Of Darkness | Wide-walled it stands in heathen lands | | 36 | 40 |
| 855: | The Close Of Summer | The melancholy of the woods and plains | | 14 | 452 |
| 856: | The Close Of Summer | The wild-plum tree, whose leaves grow thin, | | 42 | 352 |
| 857: | The Closed Door | Shut it out of the heart this grief, | | 24 | 356 |
| 858: | The Covered Bridge | There, from its entrance, lost in matted vines, | | 14 | 47 |
| 859: | The Coward | He found the road so long and lone | | 60 | 361 |
| 860: | The Creaking Door | Come in, old Ghost of all that used to be! | | 28 | 350 |
| 861: | The Creek-Road | Calling, the heron flies athwart the blue | | 14 | 54 |
| 862: | The Creek. | O cheerly, cheerly by the road | | 32 | 43 |
| 863: | The Cricket | Here is a tale for those who sing with reason: | | 14 | 327 |
| 864: | The Cricket. | First of the insect choir, in the spring | | 44 | 353 |
| 865: | The Criminal | Here is a tale for all who wish to listen: | | 14 | 541 |
| 866: | The Cross. | The cross I bear no man shall know | | 28 | 51 |
| 867: | The Cry Of Earth | The Season speaks this year of life | | 20 | 414 |
| 868: | The Cup Of Comus - Proem | The Nights of song and story, | | 50 | 351 |
| 869: | The Cup Of Joy. | Let us mix a cup of Joy | | 39 | 369 |
| 870: | The Dance Of Summer | Summer, gowned in catnip-gray, | | 45 | 486 |
| 871: | The Dead Day | The west builds high a sepulcher | | 16 | 362 |
| 872: | The Dead Day | The West builds high a sepulchre | | 16 | 385 |
| 873: | The Dead Dream | Between the darkness and the day | | 26 | 539 |
| 874: | The Dead Oread | Her heart is still and leaps no more | | 30 | 425 |
| 875: | The Dead Oread | Her heart is still and leaps no more | | 30 | 413 |
| 876: | The Death Of Love | So Love is dead, the Love we knew of old! | | 14 | 393 |
| 877: | The Death Of Love | So Love is dead, the Love we knew of old! | | 14 | 481 |
| 878: | The Dedication | Ah, not for us the Heavens that hold | | 8 | 43 |
| 879: | The Desire Of The Moth | Woman's a star, a rose; | | 12 | 499 |
| 880: | The Devil's Race-Horse | Devil's Race-Horse seems to me | | 66 | 371 |
| 881: | The Dittany | The scent of dittany was hot. | | 24 | 381 |
| 882: | The Dream | It seemed the afternoon | | 34 | 360 |
| 883: | The Dream Child | There is a place (I know it well) | | 42 | 509 |
| 884: | The Dream In The Wood | The beauty of the day put joy, | | 24 | 461 |
| 885: | The Dream Of Christ. | I saw her twins of eyelids listless swoon | | 54 | 46 |
| 886: | The Dream Of Dread. | I have lain for an hour or twain | | 42 | 43 |
| 887: | The Dream Of Roderick | Below, the tawny Tagus swept | | 100 | 370 |
| 888: | The Dreamer | Even as a child he loved to thrid the bowers, | | 14 | 462 |
| 889: | The Dryad. | I have seen her limpid eyes | | 36 | 54 |
| 890: | The Dunes | Far as the eye can see, in domes and spires, | | 14 | 499 |
| 891: | The Egret Hunter | Through woods the Spanish moss makes gray, | | 36 | 362 |
| 892: | The Elements | I saw the spirit of the pines that spoke | | 14 | 479 |
| 893: | The Elf's Song. | Where thronged poppies with globed shields | | 36 | 48 |
| 894: | The End Of All. | I do not love you now, | | 16 | 497 |
| 895: | The End Of Summer | Pods the poppies, and slim spires of pods | | 14 | 440 |
| 896: | The End Of Summer | Pods are the poppies, and slim spires of pods | | 14 | 457 |
| 897: | The End Of Summer | The rose, that wrote its message on the noon's | | 24 | 364 |
| 898: | The End Of The Century. | There are moments when, as missions, | | 108 | 335 |
| 899: | The Epic. | To arms!" the battle bugles blew. | | 20 | 42 |
| 900: | The Evanescent Beautiful. | Day after Day, young with eternal beauty, | | 16 | 58 |
| 901: | The Eve Of All-Saints. | This is the tale they tell, | | 80 | 46 |
| 902: | The Faery Pipe | Woods of wonder, wonder ways, | | 42 | 461 |
| 903: | The Fairy Rade. | Ai me! why stood I on the bent | | 48 | 50 |
| 904: | The Family Burying-Ground. | A wall of crumbling stones doth keep | | 25 | 46 |
| 905: | The Farmstead | Yes, I love the homestead. There | | 120 | 474 |
| 906: | The Father | There is a hall in every house, | | 14 | 367 |
| 907: | The Fathers of our Fathers | The fathers of our fathers they were men! | | 24 | 39 |
| 908: | The Faun | The joys that touched thee once, be mine! | | 35 | 416 |
| 909: | The Faun | The joys that touched thee once, be mine! | | 35 | 367 |
| 910: | The Fen-Fire. | The misty rain makes dim my face, | | 16 | 48 |
| 911: | The Festival Of The Aisne | Imperial Madness, will of hand, | | 12 | 355 |
| 912: | The Feud | Rocks, trees and rocks; and down a mossy stone | | 35 | 456 |
| 913: | The Feud | It happened this way: He was just a lad, | | 28 | 352 |
| 914: | The First Quarter | Shaggy with skins of frost-furred gray and drab, | | 42 | 376 |
| 915: | The Fool | Here is a tale for children and their grannies: | | 14 | 497 |
| 916: | The Forest Of Dreams. | Where was I last Friday night? | | 35 | 54 |
| 917: | The Forest Of Fear | The cut-throat darkness hemmed me 'round: | | 65 | 443 |
| 918: | The Forest Of Old Enchantment | Squaw-Berry, bramble, Solomon's-seal, | | 30 | 480 |
| 919: | The Forest Of Shadows | Deep in the hush of a mighty wood | | 72 | 608 |
| 920: | The Forest Spring | Push back the brambles, berry-blue: | | 32 | 525 |
| 921: | The Forest Way | I climbed a forest path and found | | 30 | 511 |
| 922: | The Forest Way | I Climbed a forest path and found | | 30 | 383 |
| 923: | The Forester | I met him here at Ammendorf one Spring. | | 345 | 45 |
| 924: | The Fountain Of Love | The source of laughter lies so near to tears, | | 4 | 458 |
| 925: | The Garden Of Dreams | Not while I live may I forget | | 32 | 442 |
| 926: | The Garden Of Dreams | Not while I live may I forget | | 32 | 456 |
| 927: | The Ghost | There's a house across the street | | 63 | 392 |
| 928: | The Giant And The Star | Here's the tale my father told, | | 130 | 506 |
| 929: | The Gladiolas. | As tall as the lily, as tall as the rose, | | 12 | 48 |
| 930: | The Glory And The Dream | There in the past I see her as of old, | | 16 | 508 |
| 931: | The Glowworm | How long had I sat there and had not beheld | | 44 | 396 |
| 932: | The Golden Hour | Gold-haired she stood among the golden-rod, | | 14 | 346 |
| 933: | The Golden Hour. | She comes, the dreamy daughter | | 30 | 368 |
| 934: | The Goose | Here is a tale for spinsters at their sewing: | | 14 | 507 |
| 935: | The Grasshopper | What joy you take in making hotness hotter, | | 30 | 328 |
| 936: | The Grasshopper | The grasshopper, that sang its sleepy song | | 11 | 332 |
| 937: | The Grasshopper. | What joy you take in making hotness hotter, | | 30 | 349 |
| 938: | The Gray Sisters | What is that which walks by night | | 28 | 495 |
| 939: | The Hamadryad | She stood among the longest ferns | | 27 | 463 |
| 940: | The Harvest Moon | Globed in Heav'n's tree of azure, golden mellow | | 30 | 385 |
| 941: | The Haunted Garden | There a tattered marigold | | 40 | 352 |
| 942: | The Haunted House | The shadows sit and stand about its door | | 62 | 378 |
| 943: | The Haunted Room. | Its casements' diamond disks of glass | | 72 | 36 |
| 944: | The Haunted Woodland | Here in the golden darkness | | 36 | 47 |
| 945: | The Headless Horseman | On the black road through the wood | | 40 | 50 |
| 946: | The Heart O' Spring | Whiten, oh whiten, O clouds of lawn! | | 25 | 389 |
| 947: | The Heart's Desire | God made her body out of foam and flowers, | | 25 | 382 |
| 948: | The Heart's Own Day | This is the heart's own day: | | 41 | 338 |
| 949: | The Heaven-Born | Not into these dark cities, | | 32 | 528 |
| 950: | The Herb-Gatherer | A grey, bald hillside, bristling here and there | | 14 | 339 |
| 951: | The Heremite Toad. | A human skull in a church-yard lay; | | 40 | 39 |
| 952: | The Heron. | As slaughter red the long creek crawls | | 12 | 35 |
| 953: | The Higher Brotherhood. | To come in touch with mysteries | | 16 | 38 |
| 954: | The Hills | There is no joy of earth that thrills | | 40 | 385 |
| 955: | The Hillside Grave | Ten-hundred deep the drifted daisies break | | 14 | 47 |
| 956: | The Hollow. | Fleet swallows soared and darted | | 36 | 37 |
| 957: | The House Of Fear. | Vast are its halls, as vast the halls and lone | | 14 | 49 |
| 958: | The House Of Life | They are the wise who look before, | | 24 | 377 |
| 959: | The House Of Moss | How fancy romped and played here, | | 30 | 475 |
| 960: | The Hunter's Moon | Darkly October; Where the wild fowl fly, | | 24 | 411 |
| 961: | The Hushed House | I, who went at nightfall, came again at dawn; | | 16 | 365 |
| 962: | The Ideal. | Thee have I seen in some waste Arden old, | | 52 | 54 |
| 963: | The Idyll Of The Standing Stone | The teasel and the horsemint spread | | 35 | 534 |
| 964: | The Idyll Of The Standing-Stone | The teasel and the horsemint spread | | 35 | 368 |
| 965: | The Image In The Glass. | The slow reflection of a woman's face | | 42 | 337 |
| 966: | The Infanticide | She took her babe, the child of shame and sin, | | 14 | 398 |
| 967: | The Intruder | There is a smell of roses in the room | | 40 | 339 |
| 968: | The Iron Age | And these are Christians! God! the horror of it! | | 16 | 400 |
| 969: | The Iron Crags | Upon the iron crags of War I heard his terrible daughters | | 30 | 334 |
| 970: | The Iron Cross | They pass, with heavy eyes and hair, | | 40 | 349 |
| 971: | The Jack-O'-Lantern | Last night it was Hallowe'en. | | 54 | 387 |
| 972: | The Jessamine And The Morning-Glory. | On a sheet of silver the morning-star lay | | 50 | 49 |
| 973: | The Jongleur | Last night I lay awake and heard the wind, | | 14 | 326 |
| 974: | The Khalif And The Arab. | Among the tales, wherein it hath been told, | | 153 | 36 |
| 975: | The King. | A blown white bubble buoyed zenith-ward, | | 49 | 44 |
| 976: | The Lady Of The Hills. | Though red my blood hath left its trail | | 42 | 39 |
| 977: | The Lamp At The Window | Like some gaunt ghost the tempest wails | | 60 | 481 |
| 978: | The Lamplight Camp | Whenever on the windowpane | | 36 | 437 |
| 979: | The Land Of Candy | There was once a little boy | | 200 | 503 |
| 980: | The Land Of Hearts Made Whole | Do you know the way that goes | | 115 | 478 |
| 981: | The Land Of Illusion | So we had come at last, my soul and I, | | 84 | 379 |
| 982: | The Last Scion Of The House Of Clare. | Barbican, bartizan, battlement, | | 231 | 46 |
| 983: | The Last Song | She sleeps; he sings to her. The day was long, | | 46 | 361 |
| 984: | The Leaf-Cricket | Small twilight singer | | 48 | 427 |
| 985: | The Leaf-Cricket | Small twilight singer | | 48 | 348 |
| 986: | The Legend Of The Stone. | The year was dying, and the day | | 80 | 26 |
| 987: | The Lesson | This is the lesson I have learned of Beauty: | | 8 | 514 |
| 988: | The Limnad | The lake she haunts gleams dreamily | | 54 | 346 |
| 989: | The Little Boy And His Shadow | There's something now that no one knows, | | 80 | 354 |
| 990: | The Little Boy, The Wind, And The Rain | Sometimes, when I'm gone to-bed, | | 30 | 435 |
| 991: | The Little People | When the lily nods in slumber, | | 59 | 354 |
| 992: | The Locust | Thou pulse of hotness, who, with reedlike breast, | | 36 | 362 |
| 993: | The Locust | Thou pulse of hotness, who, with reedlike breast, | | 36 | 395 |
| 994: | The Locust Blossom. A Quatrain. | The spirit Spring, in rainy raiment, met | | 4 | 62 |
| 995: | The Lonely Land | A river binds the lonely land, | | 57 | 374 |
| 996: | The Long Room | He found the long room as it was of old, | | 30 | 367 |
| 997: | The Lost Dream | The black night showed its hungry teeth, | | 28 | 425 |
| 998: | The Lost Garden | Roses, brier on brier, Like a hedge of fire, | | 54 | 307 |
| 999: | The Love Of Loves. | I Have not seen her face, and yet | | 24 | 377 |
| 1000: | The Lubber Fiend | In the woods, not long ago, | | 104 | 530 |
| 1001: | The Lust Of The World | Since Man first lifted up his eyes to hers | | 20 | 332 |
| 1002: | The Magic Purse | What is the gold of mortal-kind | | 32 | 281 |
| 1003: | The Mameluke | She was a queen. 'Midst mutes and slaves, | | 32 | 376 |
| 1004: | The Mameluke | She was a queen. 'Midst mutes and slaves, | | 32 | 311 |
| 1005: | The Man Hunt | The woods stretch deep to the mountain side, | | 36 | 416 |
| 1006: | The Man Hunt | The woods stretch wild to the mountain-side, | | 36 | 360 |
| 1007: | The Man In Gray. | Again, in dreams, the veteran hears | 1900 | 36 | 359 |
| 1008: | The Menace | The hat he wore was full of holes, | | 40 | 305 |
| 1009: | The Mermaid. | The moon in the East is glowing; | | 72 | 21 |
| 1010: | The Mill-Water | The water-flag and wild cane grow | | 44 | 340 |
| 1011: | The Miracle Of The Dawn | What it would mean for you and me | | 36 | 474 |
| 1012: | The Mirror. | An antique mirror this, | | 52 | 33 |
| 1013: | The Miser | Withered and gray as winter; gnarled and old, | | 14 | 327 |
| 1014: | The Moated Manse | And now once more we stood within the walls | | 288 | 59 |
| 1015: | The Monastery Croft. | Big-stomached, like friars | | 12 | 37 |
| 1016: | The Mood O' The Earth. | My heart is high, is high, my dear, | | 48 | 41 |
| 1017: | The Moon In The Wood | From hill and hollow, side by side, | | 45 | 489 |
| 1018: | The Moon Spirit | One night I lingered in the wood | | 16 | 458 |
| 1019: | The Moonmen. | I stood in the forest on HURON HILL | | 60 | 32 |
| 1020: | The Morn That Breaks Its Heart Of Gold | The morn that breaks its heart of gold | | 88 | 470 |
| 1021: | The Morn That Breaks Its Heart Of Gold | The morn that breaks its heart of gold | | 88 | 316 |
| 1022: | The Morning-Glories. | They bloom up the fresh, green trellis | | 24 | 37 |
| 1023: | The Mountain-Still | He leans far out and watches: Down below | | 28 | 303 |
| 1024: | The Naiad | She sits among the iris stalks | | 40 | 323 |
| 1025: | The Name On The Tree | I saw a name carved on a tree | | 33 | 333 |
| 1026: | The New God | I look about me, and behold | | 11 | 300 |
| 1027: | The New Year. | Lift up thy torch, O Year, and let us see | | 27 | 22 |
| 1028: | The New York Skyscraper | Enormously it lifts Its tower against the splendor of the west; | | 35 | 390 |
| 1029: | The Night-Rain | Tattered, in ragged raiment of the rain, | | 42 | 540 |
| 1030: | The Night-Wind | I have heard the wind on a winter's night, | | 36 | 364 |
| 1031: | The Nixes' Song. | Vague, vague 'neath darkling waves, | | 32 | 34 |
| 1032: | The North Shore | The partridge-berry flecks with flame the way | 1908 | 211 | 526 |
| 1033: | The Ohio Falls. | Here on this jutting headland, where the trees | | 138 | 34 |
| 1034: | The Old Barn | Low, swallow-swept and gray, | | 30 | 398 |
| 1035: | The Old Byway | Its rotting fence one scarcely sees | | 25 | 443 |
| 1036: | The Old Byway | Its rotting fence one scarcely sees | | 25 | 343 |
| 1037: | The Old Creek | The frogs still cry, "Knee-deep! knee-deep!" | | 32 | 383 |
| 1038: | The Old Dreamer | Come, let's climb into our attic, | | 48 | 360 |
| 1039: | The Old Farm | Dormered and verandaed, cool, | | 76 | 464 |
| 1040: | The Old Farm | Dormered and verandaed, cool, | | 76 | 432 |
| 1041: | The Old Garden | Spurge and sea-pink, hyssop blue, | | 35 | 408 |
| 1042: | The Old Gate Made Of Pickets | There was moonlight in the garden and the chirr and chirp of crickets; | | 25 | 493 |
| 1043: | The Old Herb-Man | On the barren hillside lone he sat; | | 25 | 303 |
| 1044: | The Old Home | An old lane, an old gate, an old house by a tree; | | 21 | 545 |
| 1045: | The Old Home | They've torn the old house down, that stood, | | 68 | 335 |
| 1046: | The Old House By The Mere. | Five rotten gables look upon | | 56 | 25 |
| 1047: | The Old House In The Wood | Weeds and dead leaves, and leaves the Autumn stains | | 52 | 345 |
| 1048: | The Old House. | Quaint and forgotten, by an unused road, | | 30 | 29 |
| 1049: | The Old Inn | Red-Winding from the sleepy town, | | 27 | 332 |
| 1050: | The Old Lane | An old, lost lane; where can it lead? | | 42 | 493 |
| 1051: | The Old Man Dreams. | The blackened walnut in its spicy hull | | 24 | 31 |
| 1052: | The Old Remain, The Young Are Gone | The old remain, the young are gone. | | 30 | 313 |
| 1053: | The Old Spring | Under rocks whereon the rose | | 27 | 542 |
| 1054: | The Old Spring | Under rocks whereon the rose | | 27 | 474 |
| 1055: | The Old Water Mill | Wild ridge on ridge the wooded hills arise, | | 146 | 331 |
| 1056: | The Old Water-Mill | Wild ridge on ridge the wooded hills arise, | | 145 | 332 |
| 1057: | The Old Water-Mill | Wild ridge on ridge the wooded hills arise, | | 146 | 338 |
| 1058: | The Other Woman. | You have shut me out from your tears and grief | | 30 | 470 |
| 1059: | The Owl | Here is a tale for ladies with romances: | | 14 | 527 |
| 1060: | The Owlet | When dusk is drowned in drowsy dreams, | | 48 | 336 |
| 1061: | The Owlet | When dusk is drowned in drowsy dreams, | | 48 | 461 |
| 1062: | The Owlet | When dusk is drowned in drowsy dreams, | | 48 | 325 |
| 1063: | The Ox | Here is a tale for farmer and for peasant: | | 14 | 470 |
| 1064: | The Paphian Venus | With anxious eyes and dry, expectant lips, | | 72 | 372 |
| 1065: | The Paphian Venus | With anxious eyes and dry, expectant lips, | | 72 | 347 |
| 1066: | The Parting | She passed the thorn-trees, whose gaunt branches tossed | | 38 | 472 |
| 1067: | The Parting | She passed the thorn-trees, whose gaunt branches tossed | | 30 | 338 |
| 1068: | The Passing Glory. | Slow sinks the sun, a great carbuncle ball | | 14 | 470 |
| 1069: | The Passing Of The Beautiful. | On southern winds shot through with amber light, | | 46 | 29 |
| 1070: | The Path By The Creek. | There is a path that leads Through purple iron-weeds, | | 80 | 297 |
| 1071: | The Path To Faery | When dusk falls cool as a rained-on rose, | | 56 | 413 |
| 1072: | The Path To Faery | When dusk falls cool as a rained-on rose, | | 49 | 434 |
| 1073: | The Pessimist | Here is a tale for uncles and old aunties: | | 14 | 511 |
| 1074: | The Picture | Above her, pearl and rose the heavens lay: | | 30 | 378 |
| 1075: | The Picture | Above her, pearl and rose the heavens lay: | | 30 | 497 |
| 1076: | The Place | Wherein is it so beautiful? | | 18 | 465 |
| 1077: | The Ploughboy | A lilac mist maizes warm the hills, | | 21 | 350 |
| 1078: | The Poet | He stands above all worldly schism, | | 48 | 469 |
| 1079: | The Pond | And I told the boy next door | | 66 | 507 |
| 1080: | The Poppet-Show | Once I gave a "poppa-show": | | 77 | 325 |
| 1081: | The Portrait | In some quaint Nurnberg maler-atelier | | 91 | 364 |
| 1082: | The Portrait | In some quaint Nurnberg maler-atelier | | 91 | 342 |
| 1083: | The Portrait. | In some quaint Nürnberg maler-atelier | | 84 | 38 |
| 1084: | The Punishment Of Loke. | The gods of Asaheim, incensed with Loke, | | 320 | 25 |
| 1085: | The Puritans' Christmas | Their only thought religion, | | 44 | 470 |
| 1086: | The Purple Valleys | Far in the purple valleys of illusion | | 35 | 346 |
| 1087: | The Purple Valleys | Far in the purple valleys of illusion | | 35 | 405 |
| 1088: | The Quarrel. | Could I divine how her gray eyes | | 15 | 45 |
| 1089: | The Quest | First I asked the honeybee, | | 32 | 398 |
| 1090: | The Quest | First I asked the honeybee, | | 32 | 444 |
| 1091: | The Rag-Picker | A pond of filth a sewer flows into, | | 14 | 557 |
| 1092: | The Raid | Rain and black night. Beneath the covered bridge | | 14 | 525 |
| 1093: | The Rain-Crow | Can freckled August, - drowsing warm and blond | | 36 | 451 |
| 1094: | The Rain-Crow | Can freckled August,--drowsing warm and blonde | | 36 | 360 |
| 1095: | The Rain-Crow | Can freckled August, drowsing warm and blond | | 36 | 347 |
| 1096: | The Rain-Crow. | Thee freckled August, dozing hot and blonde | | 36 | 34 |
| 1097: | The Rain. | We stood where the fields were tawny, | | 44 | 27 |
| 1098: | The Redbird | Among the white haw-blossoms, where the creek | | 33 | 413 |
| 1099: | The Redbird | Among the white haw-blossoms, where the creek | | 34 | 356 |
| 1100: | The Rendezvous | A lonely barn, lost in a field of weeds; | | 14 | 513 |
| 1101: | The Republic | Not they the great Who build authority around a State, | | 237 | 375 |
| 1102: | The Ribbon | Those were the days of doubt. How clear | | 82 | 347 |
| 1103: | The Ride. | She rode o'er hill, she rode o'er plain, | | 36 | 40 |
| 1104: | The Rising Of The Moon | The Day brims high its ewer | | 20 | 368 |
| 1105: | The Road | Along the road I smelt the rose, | | 21 | 482 |
| 1106: | The Road Back | Come, walk with me and Memory; | | 38 | 337 |
| 1107: | The Road Home. | Over the hills, as the pewee flies, | | 48 | 394 |
| 1108: | The Rock. | Here, at its base, in dingled deeps | | 35 | 27 |
| 1109: | The Romanza. | In a kingdom of mist and moonlight, | | 30 | 55 |
| 1110: | The Rose | You have forgot: it once was red | | 15 | 472 |
| 1111: | The Rose Of Hope | The rose of Hope, how rich and red | | 15 | 426 |
| 1112: | The Rose's Secret | When down the west the new moon slipped, | | 30 | 342 |
| 1113: | The Rosicrucian | The tripod flared with a purple spark, | | 43 | 427 |
| 1114: | The Rosicrucian | The tripod flared with a purple spark, | | 43 | 338 |
| 1115: | The Rue-Anemone | Under an oak-tree in a woodland, where | | 30 | 369 |
| 1116: | The Ruined Mill. | There is the ruined water-mill | | 64 | 25 |
| 1117: | The Scarecrow | Here is a tale for prelates and for parsons: | | 14 | 448 |
| 1118: | The Scarecrow | More than cakes or anything | | 42 | 468 |
| 1119: | The Screech-Owl. | When, one by one, the stars have trembled through | | 30 | 387 |
| 1120: | The Sea Faery | She was strange as the orchids that blossom | | 36 | 518 |
| 1121: | The Sea Spirit | Ah me! I shall not waken soon | | 24 | 440 |
| 1122: | The Sea Spirit | Ah me! I shall not waken soon | | 24 | 331 |
| 1123: | The Sea-King. | In green sea-caverns dim, | | 48 | 43 |
| 1124: | The Shadow | Mother, mother, what is that gazing through the darkness? | | 35 | 547 |
| 1125: | The Shadow | A shadow glided down the way | | 28 | 357 |
| 1126: | The Sirens. | Wail! wail! and smite your lyres' sonorous gold, | | 8 | 40 |
| 1127: | The Slave | He waited till within her tower | | 24 | 393 |
| 1128: | The Slave | He waited till within her tower | | 24 | 377 |
| 1129: | The Sleeper. | She sleeps and dreams; one milk-white, lawny arm | | 24 | 34 |
| 1130: | The Solitary | Upon the mossed rock by the spring | | 12 | 493 |
| 1131: | The Solitary | Upon the mossed rock by the spring | | 12 | 433 |
| 1132: | The Somnambulist. | Oaks and a water. By the water-eyes, | | 14 | 33 |
| 1133: | The Song Of Songs | Hear me! Above the roar of cities, | | 155 | 414 |
| 1134: | The Soul | An heritage of hopes and fears | | 8 | 572 |
| 1135: | The Spell | And we have met but twice or thrice! | | 48 | 392 |
| 1136: | The Spell | And we have met but twice or thrice! | | 48 | 387 |
| 1137: | The Spirit Of The Forest Spring | Over the rocks she trails her locks, | | 32 | 380 |
| 1138: | The Spirit Of The Forest Spring | Over the rocks she trails her locks, | | 32 | 506 |
| 1139: | The Spirits Of Light And Darkness. | Ere the birth of Death and of Time, | | 94 | 30 |
| 1140: | The Spring. | Push back the brambles, berry-blue, | | 32 | 34 |
| 1141: | The Stars | These--the bright symbols of man's hope and fame, | | 4 | 384 |
| 1142: | The Stars | These the bright symbols of man's hope and fame, | | 4 | 380 |
| 1143: | The Swashbuckler | Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port; | | 14 | 465 |
| 1144: | The Sweet O' The Year. | How can I help from laughing while | | 30 | 41 |
| 1145: | The Thorn Tree | The night is sad with silver and the day is glad with gold, | | 27 | 417 |
| 1146: | The Three Elements | They come as couriers of Heaven: their feet | | 4 | 500 |
| 1147: | The Three Urgandas. | Cast on sleep there came to me | | 96 | 42 |
| 1148: | The Tiger-Lily. | A sultan proud and tawny | | 20 | 39 |
| 1149: | The Toad | Here is a tale to tell to rich relations: | | 14 | 343 |
| 1150: | The Tollman's Daughter | She stood waist-deep among the briers: | | 36 | 338 |
| 1151: | The Torrent | Here is a tale for workmen and their masters: | | 14 | 333 |
| 1152: | The Town Witch | Crab-Faced, crab-tongued, with deep-set eyes that glared, | | 14 | 329 |
| 1153: | The Tree - Toad | Secluded, solitary on some underbough, | | 36 | 356 |
| 1154: | The Tree Toad. | Secluded, solitary on some underbough, | | 36 | 342 |
| 1155: | The Tree-Toad | Secluded, solitary on some underbough, | | 36 | 407 |
| 1156: | The Triumph Of Music. | There lay in a vale 'twixt lone mountains | | 159 | 36 |
| 1157: | The Troglodyte | In ages dead, a troglodyte, | | 22 | 31 |
| 1158: | The Troubadour Of Trebizend | Night, they say, is no man's friend: | | 51 | 367 |
| 1159: | The Troubadour, Pons De Capdeuil | The gray dawn finds me thinking still | | 74 | 425 |
| 1160: | The Troubadour. | He stood where all the rare voluptuous West, | | 88 | 36 |
| 1161: | The Tryst. | Had fallen a fragrant shower; | | 24 | 34 |
| 1162: | The Unattainable | Mark thou! a shadow crowned with fire of hell. | | 54 | 31 |
| 1163: | The Unimaginative | Each form of beauty's but the new disguise | | 4 | 487 |
| 1164: | The Universal Wind. | Wild son of Heav'n, with laughter and alarm, | | 4 | 327 |
| 1165: | The Vale Of Tempe | All night I lay upon the rocks: | | 100 | 349 |
| 1166: | The Vale Of Tempe - The Hylas | I Heard the hylas in the bottomlands | | 161 | 361 |
| 1167: | The Vampire | A lily in a twilight place? | | 24 | 37 |
| 1168: | The Vikings | Far to the South a star, | | 116 | 375 |
| 1169: | The Village Miser | The dogs made way for him and snarled and ran; | | 14 | 322 |
| 1170: | The Vintager. | Among the fragrant grapes she bows; | | 16 | 50 |
| 1171: | The Voice Of Ocean | A cry went through the darkness; and the moon, | | 14 | 517 |
| 1172: | The Wanderer | Between the death of day and birth of night, | | 40 | 326 |
| 1173: | The Waning Year | A Sense of something that is sad and strange; | | 24 | 516 |
| 1174: | The Water Witch | See! the milk-white doe is wounded. | | 104 | 24 |
| 1175: | The Water-Maid. | There she rose as white as death, | | 23 | 33 |
| 1176: | The Were-Wolf | Nay; still amort, my love? Why dost thou lag? | | 19 | 37 |
| 1177: | The Whippoorwill | Above lone woodland ways that led | | 30 | 512 |
| 1178: | The Whippoorwill | Above lone woodland ways that led | | 30 | 485 |
| 1179: | The White Evening. | From gray, bleak hills 'neath steely skies | | 36 | 28 |
| 1180: | The White Vigil. | Last night I dreamed I saw you lying dead, | | 24 | 32 |
| 1181: | The Wild Iris | That day we wandered 'mid the hills, - so lone | | 36 | 352 |
| 1182: | The Wild Iris | That day we wandered 'mid the hills, so lone | | 36 | 357 |
| 1183: | The Willow Bottom | Lush green the grass that grows between | | 24 | 30 |
| 1184: | The Willow Water | Deep in the hollow wood he found a way | | 61 | 332 |
| 1185: | The Wind At Night | Not till the wildman wind is shrill, | | 19 | 44 |
| 1186: | The Wind In The Pines | When winds go organing through the pines | | 4 | 338 |
| 1187: | The Wind Of Spring | The wind that breathes of columbines | | 20 | 514 |
| 1188: | The Wind Of Spring | The wind that breathes of columbines | | 20 | 452 |
| 1189: | The Wind Of Summer | From the hills and far away | | 63 | 512 |
| 1190: | The Wind Of Winter | The Winter Wind, the wind of death, | | 42 | 359 |
| 1191: | The Wind Of Winter | The Winter Wind, the wind of death, | | 42 | 507 |
| 1192: | The Wind Witch | The wind that met her in the park, | | 28 | 345 |
| 1193: | The Wind. | The ways of the wind are eerie | | 56 | 41 |
| 1194: | The Window On The Hill | Among the fields the camomile | | 20 | 408 |
| 1195: | The Window On The Hill | Among the fields the camomile | | 20 | 543 |
| 1196: | The Winds | Those hewers of the clouds, the Winds, - that lair | | 14 | 328 |
| 1197: | The Winds | Those hewers of the clouds, the Winds, that lair | | 14 | 394 |
| 1198: | The Winds. | Those hewers of the clouds, the winds, that lair | | 14 | 369 |
| 1199: | The Winter Moon | Deep in the dell I watched her as she rose, | | 14 | 36 |
| 1200: | The Witch. | She gropes and hobbies, where the dropsied rocks | | 14 | 36 |
| 1201: | The Woman | With her fair face she made my heaven, | | 16 | 405 |
| 1202: | The Woman Speaks. | Why have you come? to see me in my shame? | | 14 | 356 |
| 1203: | The Wood | Witch-hazel, dogwood, and the maple here; | | 24 | 36 |
| 1204: | The Wood Anemone | The thorn-tree waved a bough of May | | 41 | 487 |
| 1205: | The Wood Brook | Like some wild child that laughs and weeps, | | 30 | 329 |
| 1206: | The Wood God | I Heard his step upon the moss; | | 56 | 484 |
| 1207: | The Wood Thrush | Bird, with the voice of gold, | | 75 | 496 |
| 1208: | The Wood Water | An evil, stealthy water, dark as hate, | | 28 | 377 |
| 1209: | The Wood Witch | There is a woodland witch who lies | | 43 | 338 |
| 1210: | The Wood-Path. | Here doth white Spring white violets show, | | 25 | 33 |
| 1211: | The Woodland Waterfall | Rock and root and fern and flower | | 48 | 510 |
| 1212: | The Word In The Wood | The acorn-oak Sullens to sombre crimson all its leaves; | | 32 | 316 |
| 1213: | The World Of Faery | When in the pansy-purpled stain | | 72 | 419 |
| 1214: | The World's Desire | The roses of voluptuousness | | 20 | 22 |
| 1215: | The Yarrow | A Tortured tree in a huddled hollow, | | 24 | 556 |
| 1216: | The Yellow Puccoon | Who could describe you, child of mystery | | 42 | 365 |
| 1217: | Then And Now. | When my old heart was young, my dear, | | 16 | 21 |
| 1218: | There Are Faeries | There are faeries, bright of eye, | | 59 | 394 |
| 1219: | There Are Faeries | There are faeries, bright of eye, | | 59 | 400 |
| 1220: | There Are Fairies | Elfins of the Autumn night, | | 51 | 382 |
| 1221: | There Are Fairies | There are fairies, bright of eye, | | 58 | 309 |
| 1222: | There Was a Rose | There was a rose in Eden once: it grows | | 14 | 32 |
| 1223: | Three Things. | There are three things of Earth | | 24 | 332 |
| 1224: | Threnody In May | Again the earth, miraculous with May | | 44 | 324 |
| 1225: | Time And Death And Love. | Last night I watched for Death - | | 20 | 28 |
| 1226: | Time To Get Up | There's nothing to do in the morning but stew, | | 30 | 363 |
| 1227: | TO ---- . | What are the subtleties | | 30 | 27 |
| 1228: | To a Critic | Song hath a catalogue of lovely things | | 14 | 23 |
| 1229: | To a Pansy-Violet | O pansy-violet, | | 80 | 29 |
| 1230: | To A Wind-Flower | Teach me the secret of thy loveliness, | | 18 | 526 |
| 1231: | To A Windflower | Teach me the secret of thy loveliness, | | 18 | 447 |
| 1232: | To A Windflower | Teach me the secret of thy loveliness, | | 18 | 342 |
| 1233: | To Autumn. | I oft have net thee, Autumn, wandering | | 40 | 18 |
| 1234: | To Fall | Sad-Hearted spirit of the solitudes, | | 23 | 378 |
| 1235: | To G. F. M. This Volume Is Inscribed In Memory Of Many Days. (One Day And Another) | What though I dreamed of mountain heights, | | 32 | 22 |
| 1236: | To James Whitcomb Riley With Admiration And Regard | O lyrist of the lowly and the true, | | 22 | 37 |
| 1237: | To My Brothers. | Not while I live may I forget | | 36 | 36 |
| 1238: | To My Good Friend W. T. H. Howe | Friend, for the sake of loves we hold in common, | | 14 | 359 |
| 1239: | To My Little Son Preston | You, who are four years old; | | 20 | 447 |
| 1240: | To One Reading The Morte D'Arthure. | O daughter of our Southern sun, | | 24 | 30 |
| 1241: | To Revery. | What ogive gates from gold of Ophir wrought, | | 60 | 34 |
| 1242: | To S. McK. | Shall we forget how, in our day, | | 30 | 33 |
| 1243: | To Sorrow | O Dark-Eyed goddess of the marble brow, | | 52 | 394 |
| 1244: | To The Leaf-Cricket | Small twilight singer Of dew and mist: thou ghost-gray, gossamer winger | | 48 | 492 |
| 1245: | To The Locust | Thou pulse of hotness, who, with reed-like breast, | | 36 | 411 |
| 1246: | To the Memory Of George H. Ellwanger True Friend And Lover And Interpreter Of Nature, As A Slight Token Of Esteem And Admiration | Would I could talk as the flowers talk | | 18 | 501 |
| 1247: | To-Morrow. | A Lorelei full fair she sits | | 8 | 37 |
| 1248: | Toadstools | Once when it had rained all night | | 70 | 470 |
| 1249: | Tomboy | There's a little girl I know | | 72 | 403 |
| 1250: | Tones. | A woman, fair to look upon, | | 48 | 47 |
| 1251: | Too Late. | I looked upon a dead girl's face and heard | | 14 | 33 |
| 1252: | Topsy Turvy | Topsy Turvy is her name; She's a curiosity: | | 40 | 410 |
| 1253: | Touches. | In heavens of riveted blue, that sunset dyes | | 14 | 379 |
| 1254: | Touchstones | Hearts, that have cheered us ever, night and day, | | 6 | 498 |
| 1255: | Toyland | There's a story no one knows, | | 116 | 469 |
| 1256: | Tramps | Oh, roses, roses everywhere but only one for me! | | 48 | 426 |
| 1257: | Transformation | It is the time when, by the forest falls, | | 14 | 357 |
| 1258: | Transmutation | To me all beauty that I see | | 12 | 450 |
| 1259: | Transposed Seasons | The gentian and the bluebell so | | 18 | 318 |
| 1260: | Transubstantiation. | A Sunbeam and a drop of dew | | 14 | 394 |
| 1261: | Treachery. | Came a spicy smell of showers | | 48 | 36 |
| 1262: | Treasure | Here is a tale for infants and old nurses: | | 14 | 460 |
| 1263: | Treasure Trove | We were a crew of what you please, | | 109 | 370 |
| 1264: | Trees | Trees," so he said and laid him lovingly | | 14 | 481 |
| 1265: | Tristram And Isolt. | Night and vast caverns of rock and of iron; | | 8 | 35 |
| 1266: | Two Lives. | There is no God," one said, | | 20 | 55 |
| 1267: | Two. | With her soft face half turned to me, | | 27 | 32 |
| 1268: | Tyranny. | There is not aught more merciless | | 12 | 27 |
| 1269: | Unanointed. | Upon the Siren-haunted seas, between Fate's mythic shores, | | 36 | 526 |
| 1270: | Unanswered | How long ago it is since we went Maying! | | 14 | 482 |
| 1271: | Unanswered. | How long ago it is since we went Maying! | | 14 | 483 |
| 1272: | Unattainable. | What though the soul be tired | | 32 | 41 |
| 1273: | Uncalled | As one, who, journeying westward with the sun, | | 14 | 416 |
| 1274: | Uncalled | As one, who, journeying westward with the sun, | | 14 | 437 |
| 1275: | Uncertainty | It will not be to-day and yet | | 45 | 508 |
| 1276: | Uncertainty | It will not be to-day and yet | | 45 | 428 |
| 1277: | Under Arcturus | I belt the morn with ribboned mist | | 52 | 38 |
| 1278: | Under The Hunter's Moon | White from her chrysalis of cloud, | | 28 | 480 |
| 1279: | Under The Rose | He told a story to her, A story old yet new | | 52 | 464 |
| 1280: | Under the Stars and Stripes | High on the world did our fathers of old, | | 24 | 29 |
| 1281: | Undertone | Ah me! too soon the Autumn comes | | 15 | 24 |
| 1282: | Unencouraged Aspiration | Is mine the part of no companion hand | | 8 | 38 |
| 1283: | Unforgotten | How many things, that we would remember, | | 20 | 310 |
| 1284: | Unfulfilled. | In my dream last night it seemed I stood | | 46 | 29 |
| 1285: | Unheard. | All things are wrought of melody, | | 20 | 443 |
| 1286: | Unmasked | Was it a dream, Or a whim of the night? | | 66 | 409 |
| 1287: | Unqualified | Not his the part to win the goal | | 8 | 35 |
| 1288: | Unrequited | Passion? not hers! who held me with pure eyes: | | 16 | 559 |
| 1289: | Unrequited | Passion? not hers, within whose virgin eyes | | 16 | 346 |
| 1290: | Unrequited | Passion? not hers! who held me with pure eyes: | | 16 | 506 |
| 1291: | Unsuccess | Not here, O belovéd! not here let us part, in the city, but there! | | 32 | 297 |
| 1292: | Unto What End, I Ask | Unto what end, I ask, unto what end | | 14 | 464 |
| 1293: | Unutterable. | There is a sorrow in the wind to-night | | 8 | 42 |
| 1294: | Vagabonds | It's ho, it 's ho! when hawtrees blow | | 36 | 522 |
| 1295: | Vagabonds | Your heart's a-tune with April and mine a-tune with June, | | 18 | 38 |
| 1296: | Vengeance. | Let it sink, let it sink | | 18 | 34 |
| 1297: | Victory | Though dead the flower, That, from her tower, | | 15 | 316 |
| 1298: | Victory. | They who take courage from their own defeat | | 2 | 355 |
| 1299: | Vindication | Here is a tale for gossips and chaste people: | | 14 | 488 |
| 1300: | Vine And Sycamore | Here where a tree and its wild liana, | | 56 | 503 |
| 1301: | Visions. | When the snow was deep on the flower-beds, | | 24 | 26 |
| 1302: | Voices | I heard the ancient forest talk, | | 24 | 312 |
| 1303: | Voices. | When blood-root blooms and trillium flowers | | 24 | 309 |
| 1304: | Voyagers | Where are they, that song and tale | | 30 | 398 |
| 1305: | Voyagers | Where are they, that song and tale | | 30 | 311 |
| 1306: | Waiting. | Were we in May now, while | | 42 | 69 |
| 1307: | Waiting. | Come to the hills, the woods are green - | | 20 | 38 |
| 1308: | Wasteland | Briar and fennel and chinquapin, | | 40 | 390 |
| 1309: | Waves | I saw the daughters of the ocean dance | | 14 | 492 |
| 1310: | What Little Things! | What little things are those That hold our happiness! | | 18 | 506 |
| 1311: | What Little Things! | What little things are those | | 18 | 414 |
| 1312: | What Of It Then | Well, what of it then, if your heart be weighed with the yoke | | 43 | 298 |
| 1313: | What The Flowers Saw | She came through shade and shine, | | 40 | 373 |
| 1314: | What The Trees Said To The Little Boy | Once when the park Was very dark | | 18 | 398 |
| 1315: | What You Will. | When the season was dry and the sun was hot | | 24 | 36 |
| 1316: | When Lydia Smiles | When Lydia smiles, I seem to see | | 15 | 405 |
| 1317: | When Ships Put Out To Sea | It's "Sweet, good-bye," when pennants fly | | 28 | 408 |
| 1318: | When Spring Comes Down The Wildwood Way | When Spring comes down the wildwood way, | | 28 | 391 |
| 1319: | When The Wine-Cup At The Lip. | When the wine-cup at the lip | | 16 | 28 |
| 1320: | Where And What? | Her ivied towers tall | | 60 | 35 |
| 1321: | Where The Battle Passed | One blossoming rose-tree, like a beautiful thought | | 20 | 401 |
| 1322: | Wherefore | I would not see, yet must behold | | 16 | 26 |
| 1323: | Which? | The wind was on the forest, | | 36 | 24 |
| 1324: | Whippoorwill Time | Let down the bars; drive in the cows: | | 60 | 317 |
| 1325: | Why Should I Pine? | Why should I pine? when there in Spain | | 15 | 396 |
| 1326: | Why? | Why smile high stars the happier after rain? | | 9 | 34 |
| 1327: | Will O' The Wisps | Beyond the barley meads and hay, | | 30 | 318 |
| 1328: | Will You Forget? | In years to come, will you forget, | | 16 | 444 |
| 1329: | Will-O'-The-Wisp | There in the calamus he stands | | 28 | 26 |
| 1330: | Willow Wood | Deep in the wood of willow-trees | | 72 | 475 |
| 1331: | Winter | The flute, whence Summer's dreamy fingertips | | 14 | 497 |
| 1332: | Winter Days | These winter days," my father says, | | 27 | 374 |
| 1333: | Winter Rain | Wild clouds roll up, slag-dark and slaty gray, | | 14 | 457 |
| 1334: | Witchcraft | This world is made a witchcraft place | | 12 | 324 |
| 1335: | Witchery | She walks the woods, when evening falls, | | 72 | 514 |
| 1336: | With The Seasons. | You will not love me, sweet. | | 36 | 37 |
| 1337: | With The Wind | Twas when the wind was blowing from the billow-breaking sea, | | 30 | 296 |
| 1338: | Witnesses | You say I do not love you! - Tell me why, | | 18 | 31 |
| 1339: | Woman Or What? | It is a subject suited to the genius of the poet who wrote 'Bad Dreams,' | | 30 | 332 |
| 1340: | Woman's Love | Sweet lies! the sweetest ever heard, | | 24 | 339 |
| 1341: | Woman's Portion. | The leaves are shivering on the thorn, | | 64 | 25 |
| 1342: | Womanhood | The summer takes its hue | | 18 | 480 |
| 1343: | Womanhood | The summer takes its hue | | 18 | 304 |
| 1344: | Wood Dreams | About the time when bluebells swing | | 162 | 512 |
| 1345: | Wood Myths | Sylvan, they say, and nymph are gone; | | 60 | 367 |
| 1346: | Wood Notes | There is a flute that follows me | | 28 | 32 |
| 1347: | Wood-Ways | O roads, O paths, O ways that lead | | 28 | 404 |
| 1348: | Wood-Words | The spirits of the forest, | | 80 | 25 |
| 1349: | Words | I cannot tell what I would tell thee, | | 12 | 471 |
| 1350: | Work | What though the heart be tired, | | 24 | 306 |
| 1351: | Worship. | The mornings raise Voices of gold in the Almighty's praise; | | 16 | 400 |
| 1352: | Young September. | With a look and a laugh where the stream was flowing, | | 32 | 423 |
| 1353: | Youth | Morn's mystic rose is reddening on the hills, | | 28 | 506 |
| 1354: | Yule. | Behold! it was night; and the wind and the rushing of snow on the wind, | | 44 | 22 |
| 1355: | Zero | The gate, on ice-hoarse hinges, stiff with frost, | | 14 | 436 |
| 1356: | Zyps Of Zirl | The Alps of the Tyrol are dark with pines, | | 84 | 466 |
