| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Ballad Of London - (To H. W. Massinsham) | Ah, London! London! our delight, | | 40 | 1081 |
| 2: | A Ballad Of The Kind Little Creatures | I had no where to go, | | 78 | 957 |
| 3: | A Ballad Of Too Much Beauty | There is too much beauty upon this earth | | 23 | 977 |
| 4: | A Ballad Of Woman | She bore us in her dreaming womb, | | 52 | 841 |
| 5: | A Child's Evensong | The sun is weary, for he ran | | 21 | 490 |
| 6: | A Face In A Book | In an old book I found her face | | 20 | 483 |
| 7: | A Frost Fancy | Summer gone | | 11 | 489 |
| 8: | A Library In A Garden | A world of books amid a world of green, | | 4 | 498 |
| 9: | A Love-Letter | Darling little woman, just a little line, | | 12 | 470 |
| 10: | A Lover's Universe | When winter comes and takes away the rose, | | 40 | 524 |
| 11: | A New Year Letter | Another year to its last day, | | 46 | 483 |
| 12: | A Rainy Day | The beauty of this rainy day, | | 35 | 483 |
| 13: | A Song Of Singers | Singers all along the street, | | 44 | 444 |
| 14: | A Warning | We that were born, beloved, so far apart, | | 16 | 431 |
| 15: | Ad Cimmerios | We, deeming day-light fair, and loving well | | 14 | 465 |
| 16: | Adoration | Ah, if you worship anything, | | 36 | 411 |
| 17: | After Tibullus | On her own terms, O lover, must thou take | | 42 | 428 |
| 18: | Ah! Did You Ever Hear The Spring | Ah! did you ever hear the Spring | | 10 | 464 |
| 19: | Alfred Tennyson | Great man of song, whose glorious laurelled head | | 48 | 407 |
| 20: | All Sung | What shall I sing when all is sung, | | 16 | 431 |
| 21: | All The Way | Not all my treasure hath the bandit Time | | 14 | 500 |
| 22: | All The Wide World Is But The Thought Of You | All the wide world is but the thought of you: | | 6 | 464 |
| 23: | All The Words In All The World | All the flowers cannot weave | | 8 | 525 |
| 24: | Alma Venus | Only a breath - hardly a breath! The shore | | 51 | 410 |
| 25: | An Easter Hymn | Spake the Lord Christ - "I will arise." | | 54 | 380 |
| 26: | An Echo From Horace | Take away the dancing girls, quench the lights, remove | | 30 | 429 |
| 27: | An Epitaph On A Goldfish | Five inches deep Sir Goldfish lies, | | 10 | 453 |
| 28: | An Impression | The floating call of the cuckoo, | | 15 | 407 |
| 29: | An Inscription | Precious the box that Mary brake | | 14 | 469 |
| 30: | An Ode To Spring (To Grant And Nellie Allen) | Is it the Spring? | | 75 | 433 |
| 31: | An Old Love Letter | I was reading a letter of yours to-day, | | 32 | 490 |
| 32: | Anima Mundi | Let all things vanish, if but you remain; | | 27 | 494 |
| 33: | April | April, half-clad in flowers and showers, | | 16 | 460 |
| 34: | April Is In The World Again | April is in the world again, | | 12 | 447 |
| 35: | Art | Art is a gipsy, | | 4 | 497 |
| 36: | As In The Woodland I Walk | As in the woodland I walk, many a strange thing I learn | | 24 | 424 |
| 37: | At Her Feet | My head is at your feet, | | 44 | 430 |
| 38: | At Last I Got A Letter From The Dead | At last I got a letter from the dead, | | 3 | 493 |
| 39: | At The Sign Of The Lyre | Master of the lyric inn | | 43 | 398 |
| 40: | August Moonlight | The solemn light behind the barns, | | 20 | 437 |
| 41: | Autumn | The year grows still again, the surging wake | | 31 | 611 |
| 42: | Autumn | The sad nights are here and the sad mornings, | | 18 | 442 |
| 43: | Autumn Treasure | Who will gather with me the fallen year, | | 13 | 429 |
| 44: | Ballad Of The Seven O'Clock Whistle | The daisied dawn is in the sky, | | 24 | 385 |
| 45: | Ballade Of Love's Cloister | Had I the gold that some so vainly spend, | | 28 | 406 |
| 46: | Ballade Of Reading Bad Books | O sad-eyed man who yonder sits, | | 29 | 539 |
| 47: | Ballade Of Running Away With Life | O ships upon the sea, O shapes of air, | | 28 | 483 |
| 48: | Ballade Of The Absent Guest | Friends whom to-night once more I greet, | | 28 | 470 |
| 49: | Ballade Of The Bees Of Trebizond | There blooms a flower in Trebizond | | 28 | 410 |
| 50: | Ballade Of The Dead Face That Never Dies | The peril of fair faces all his days | | 28 | 405 |
| 51: | Ballade Of The Making Of Songs | Bees make their honey out of coloured flowers, | | 28 | 495 |
| 52: | Ballade Of The Oldest Duel In The World | A battered swordsman, slashed and scarred, | | 28 | 1003 |
| 53: | Ballade Of The Paid Puritan | In vain with whip and knotted cord | | 28 | 461 |
| 54: | Ballade Of The Unchanging Béloved | When rumour fain would fright my ear | | 28 | 420 |
| 55: | Ballade Of Woman | A woman! lightly the mysterious word | | 28 | 472 |
| 56: | Ballade To A Departing God | God of the Wine List, roseate lord, | | 28 | 407 |
| 57: | Beatrice | Nine mystic revolutions of the spheres | 1890 | 14 | 422 |
| 58: | Beauty Accurst | I am so fair that wheresoe'er I wend | | 32 | 456 |
| 59: | Beauty's Wardrobe | My love said she had nought to wear; | | 28 | 362 |
| 60: | Blue Flower | Blue flower waving in the wind, | | 12 | 391 |
| 61: | Broken Tryst | Waiting in the woodland, watching for my sweet, | | 20 | 430 |
| 62: | Buried Treasure | When the musicians hide away their faces, | | 32 | 395 |
| 63: | Chipmunk | Little chipmunk, do you know | | 26 | 443 |
| 64: | Christmas In War-Time | This is the year that has no Christmas Day, | | 74 | 473 |
| 65: | Come, My Celia | Come, my Celia, let us prove, | | 42 | 431 |
| 66: | Comfort At Parting | O little Heart, | | 17 | 439 |
| 67: | Cor Cordium | Dear wife, there is no word in all my songs | 1891 | 28 | 465 |
| 68: | Cor Cordium - O Golden Day! O Silver Night! | O golden day! O silver night! | | 16 | 403 |
| 69: | Corydon's Farewell To His Pipe | Yea, it is best, dear friends, who have so oft | | 79 | 430 |
| 70: | Country Largesse | I bring a message from the stream | | 35 | 416 |
| 71: | Death In A London Lodging | Yes, Sir, she's gone at last - 'twas only five minutes ago | | 92 | 407 |
| 72: | Face In The Tomb That Lies So Still | Face in the tomb, that lies so still, | | 31 | 399 |
| 73: | Faery Gold | A poet hungered, as well he might | | 55 | 450 |
| 74: | Faith Reborn | The old gods pass,' the cry goes round; | | 4 | 441 |
| 75: | Flos Aevorum | You must mean more than just this hour, | | 46 | 548 |
| 76: | For A Picture By Rose Cecil O'Neil | Kisses are long forgotten of this twain, | | 14 | 422 |
| 77: | For The Birthday Of Edgar Allan Poe | Poet of doom, dementia, and death, | | 17 | 357 |
| 78: | Good-Night | Midnight, and through the blind the moonlight stealing | 1892 | 12 | 439 |
| 79: | Green Silence | Silence, whose drowsy eyelids are soft leaves, | | 16 | 454 |
| 80: | Happy Letter | Fly, little note, | | 13 | 426 |
| 81: | Her Eyes Are Bluebells Now | Her eyes are bluebells now, her voice a bird, | | 4 | 488 |
| 82: | Her Portrait Immortal | Must I believe this beauty wholly gone | | 36 | 409 |
| 83: | Hesperides | Men say - beyond the western seas | | 20 | 391 |
| 84: | Home ... | We're going home!' I heard two lovers say, | | 14 | 442 |
| 85: | How Fast The Year Is Going By | How fast the year is going by! | | 12 | 409 |
| 86: | I Crossed The Orchard Walking Home | I crossed the orchard, walking home, | | 12 | 425 |
| 87: | I Know Not In What Place | I know not in what place again I'll meet | | 6 | 430 |
| 88: | I Meant To Do My Work To-Day | I meant to do my work to-day | | 8 | 390 |
| 89: | I Said - I Care Not | I said - I care not if I can | | 12 | 430 |
| 90: | I Thought, Before My Sunlit Twentieth Year | I thought, before my sunlit twentieth year, | 1911 | 14 | 437 |
| 91: | If, After All ...! | This life I squander, hating the long days | | 29 | 427 |
| 92: | In A Copy Of Fitzgerald's "Omar" | A little book, this grim November day, | | 12 | 438 |
| 93: | In A Copy Of Mr. Swinburne's Tristram Of Lyonesse | Dear Heart, what thing may symbolise for us | | 14 | 472 |
| 94: | In Her Diary | Go, little book, and be the looking-glass | | 26 | 447 |
| 95: | In The City | Away from the silent hills and the talking of upland waters, | | 12 | 455 |
| 96: | In The Night | Kiss me, dear Love! | | 12 | 443 |
| 97: | Inscriptions (Of Poets And Poetry) | Poet, a truce to your song! | | 18 | 447 |
| 98: | Invitation | Unless you come while still the world is green, | | 8 | 410 |
| 99: | Jenny Dead | Like a flower in the frost | | 16 | 406 |
| 100: | Juliet And Her Romeo | Take 'this of Juliet and her Romeo,' | | 14 | 489 |
| 101: | June | We thought that winter, love, would never end, | | 24 | 441 |
| 102: | Lightnings May Flicker Round My Head | Lightnings may flicker round my head, | | 8 | 387 |
| 103: | Love Eternal | The human heart will never change, | | 56 | 608 |
| 104: | Love In Spain | You shall not dare to drink this cup, | | 48 | 422 |
| 105: | Love's Arithmetic | You often ask me, love, how much I love you, | | 42 | 439 |
| 106: | Love's Exchange | Simple am I, I care no whit | | 24 | 437 |
| 107: | Love's Landmarks | The woods we used to walk, my love, | | 24 | 426 |
| 108: | Love's Proud Farewell | I am too proud of loving thee, too proud | | 35 | 372 |
| 109: | Love's Tenderness | Deem not my love is only for the bloom, | | 14 | 426 |
| 110: | Love's Wisdom | Sometimes my idle heart would roam | | 18 | 395 |
| 111: | Lovers | Why should I ask perfection of thee, sweet, | | 21 | 425 |
| 112: | Lovers | They sit within a woodland place, | | 20 | 414 |
| 113: | Mammon | Mammon is this, of murder and of gold, | | 8 | 365 |
| 114: | Man, The Destroyer | O spirit of Life, by whatsoe'er a name | | 48 | 437 |
| 115: | Matthew Arnold | Within that wood where thine own scholar strays, | | 14 | 366 |
| 116: | May Is Back | May is back, and You and I | | 24 | 439 |
| 117: | May Is Building Her House | May is building her house. With apple blooms | | 26 | 382 |
| 118: | Moon-Marketing | Let's go to market in the moon, | | 12 | 471 |
| 119: | Morality | Give me the lifted skirt, | | 12 | 384 |
| 120: | Morn | Morn hath a secret that she never tells: | | 14 | 459 |
| 121: | My Books | What are my books? - My friends, my loves, | | 4 | 482 |
| 122: | My Maiden Vote - (To John Fraser) | There, in my mind's-eye, pure it lay, | | 78 | 430 |
| 123: | Natural Religion | Up through the mystic deeps of sunny air | | 4 | 450 |
| 124: | Nature The Healer | When all the world has gone awry, | | 36 | 425 |
| 125: | Noon | Noon like a naked sword lies on the grass, | | 20 | 403 |
| 126: | Not Sour Grapes | I'm not sorry I am older, love - are you? | | 24 | 431 |
| 127: | Old Love-Letters | You ask and I send. It is well, yea! best: | | 14 | 418 |
| 128: | Omar Khayyám | Great Omar, here to-night we drain a bowl | | 32 | 372 |
| 129: | On Mr. Gladstone's Retirement | The world grows Lilliput, the great men go; | | 14 | 399 |
| 130: | On The Morals Of Poets | One says he is immoral, and points out | | 4 | 435 |
| 131: | Paolo And Francesca | It happened in that great Italian land | | 262 | 435 |
| 132: | Parables | Dear Love, you ask if I be true, | | 40 | 450 |
| 133: | Paris Day By Day: A Familiar Epistle - (To Mrs. Henry Harland[1]) | Paris, half Angel, half Grisette, | | 49 | 422 |
| 134: | Paths That Wind . . . | Paths that wind | | 12 | 425 |
| 135: | Primrose And Violet | Primrose and Violet | | 9 | 390 |
| 136: | Primum Mobile | When thou art gone, then all the rest will go; | | 30 | 389 |
| 137: | Professor Minto | Nature, that makes Professors all day long, | | 8 | 398 |
| 138: | Reliquiae | This is all that is left - this letter and this rose! | | 16 | 382 |
| 139: | Resurrection | Is it your face I see, your voice I hear? | | 20 | 376 |
| 140: | Richard Watson Gilder | America grows poorer day by day | | 26 | 389 |
| 141: | Robert Louis Stevenson - An Elegy | High on his Patmos of the Southern Seas | | 137 | 380 |
| 142: | Saint Charles | Saint Charles! ah yes, let other men | | 20 | 408 |
| 143: | Satan: 1920 | I read there is a man who sits apart, | | 28 | 388 |
| 144: | Satiety | The heart of the rose - how sweet | | 12 | 425 |
| 145: | Shadow | When leaf and flower are newly made, | | 36 | 426 |
| 146: | Shadows | Shadows! the only shadows that I know | | 18 | 431 |
| 147: | Singing Go I | Singing go I, seeking for ever a song | | 13 | 404 |
| 148: | Snatch | From tavern to tavern | | 12 | 420 |
| 149: | So Soon Tired! | Am I so soon grown tired? - yet this old sky | | 9 | 398 |
| 150: | Soldier Going To The War | Soldier going to the war | | 16 | 467 |
| 151: | Song | My eye upon your eyes | | 27 | 428 |
| 152: | Song | She's somewhere in the sunlight strong, | | 8 | 489 |
| 153: | Songs For Fragoletta | Fragoletta, blessed one, | | 74 | 356 |
| 154: | Sorcery | Face with the forest eyes, | | 22 | 431 |
| 155: | Sore In Need Was I Of A Faithful Friend | Sore in need was I of a faithful friend, | | 20 | 358 |
| 156: | Spirit Of Sadness | She loved the Autumn, I the Spring, | | 16 | 447 |
| 157: | Spring In The Paris Catacombs | I saw strange bones to-day in Paris town, | | 57 | 384 |
| 158: | Spring's Promises | When the spring comes again, will you be there? | | 20 | 409 |
| 159: | Summer Going | Crickets calling, | | 6 | 444 |
| 160: | Summer Songs | How thick the grass, | | 48 | 409 |
| 161: | Sunset In The City | Above the town a monstrous wheel is turning, | | 17 | 450 |
| 162: | Tennyson' At The Farm | O you that dwell 'mid farm and fold, | | 18 | 381 |
| 163: | The Afternoon Is Lonely For Your Face | The afternoon is lonely for your face, | | 18 | 423 |
| 164: | The Animalcule On Man | An animalcule in my blood | | 16 | 443 |
| 165: | The Bloom Upon The Grape | The bloom upon the grape I ask no more, | | 10 | 378 |
| 166: | The Broker Of Dreams | Bring not your dreams to me | | 22 | 402 |
| 167: | The City In Moonlight | Dear city in the moonlight dreaming, | | 12 | 428 |
| 168: | The Constant Lover | I see fair women all the day, | | 12 | 430 |
| 169: | The Country Gods | I dwell, with all things great and fair: | | 47 | 398 |
| 170: | The Cry Of The Little Peoples | The Cry of the Little Peoples went up to God in vain; | | 42 | 439 |
| 171: | The Dead Arose | The dead arose. Long had they dreamed, | | 13 | 409 |
| 172: | The Décadent To His Soul | The Décadent was speaking to his soul | | 74 | 400 |
| 173: | The Desk's Dry Wood | Dear Desk, Farewell! I spoke you oft | | 33 | 472 |
| 174: | The Destined Maid: A Prayer | O MIGHTY Queen, our Lady of the fire, | 1888 | 58 | 433 |
| 175: | The Door Ajar | My door is always left ajar, | | 18 | 463 |
| 176: | The Dryad | My dryad hath her hiding place | | 39 | 410 |
| 177: | The End | Tell me, strange heart, so mysteriously beating | | 18 | 405 |
| 178: | The End Of Laughter | O never laugh again! | | 16 | 470 |
| 179: | The Eyes That Come From Ireland | Don't you love the eyes that come from Ireland? | | 15 | 461 |
| 180: | The Faithful Lover | All beauty is but thee in echo-shapes, | | 23 | 424 |
| 181: | The Friend | Through the dark wood | | 12 | 437 |
| 182: | The Frozen Stream | Stream that leapt and danced | | 18 | 376 |
| 183: | The Gardens Of Adonis | Belovèd, I would tell a ghostly thing | | 51 | 387 |
| 184: | The Heart On The Sleeve | I wore my heart upon my sleeve, | | 34 | 391 |
| 185: | The Heart Unseen | So many times the heart can break, | | 16 | 409 |
| 186: | The House Of Venus | Not that Queen Venus of adulterous fame, | | 11 | 452 |
| 187: | The Illusion Of War | War I abhor, And yet how sweet | | 27 | 496 |
| 188: | The Immortal Gods | The gods are there, they hide their lordly faces | | 10 | 361 |
| 189: | The Last Tryst | The cowbells wander through the woods, | | 50 | 385 |
| 190: | The Lonely Dancer | I had no heart to join the dance, | | 66 | 432 |
| 191: | The Long Purposes Of God | To Man in haste, flushed with impatient dreams | | 54 | 359 |
| 192: | The Loveliest Face And The Wild Rose | The loveliest face! I turned to her | | 48 | 382 |
| 193: | The Magic Flower | You bear a flower in your hand, | | 32 | 449 |
| 194: | The Mystic Friends | I nothing did all yesterday | | 48 | 411 |
| 195: | The New Husbandman | Brother that ploughs the furrow I late ploughed, | | 16 | 408 |
| 196: | The Overworked Ghost | When the embalmer closed my eyes, | | 70 | 409 |
| 197: | The Passionate Reader To His Poet | Doth it not thrill thee, Poet, | | 29 | 389 |
| 198: | The Quarrel | Thou shall not me persuade | | 24 | 425 |
| 199: | The Rainbow | These things are real," said one, and bade me gaze | | 24 | 443 |
| 200: | The Rival | She failed me at the tryst: | | 26 | 419 |
| 201: | The Rose Has Left The Garden | The Rose has left the garden, | | 20 | 404 |
| 202: | The Rose In Winter | When last I saw this opening rose | | 24 | 355 |
| 203: | The Second Crucifixion | Loud mockers in the roaring street | | 30 | 377 |
| 204: | The Shimmer Of The Sound | In the long shimmer of the Sound | | 21 | 395 |
| 205: | The Silk-Hat Soldier | I saw him in a picture, and I felt I'd like to cry | | 40 | 463 |
| 206: | The Song That Lasts | Songs I sang of lordly matters, | | 8 | 396 |
| 207: | The Source | Water in hidden glens | | 18 | 435 |
| 208: | The Valiant Girls | The valiant girls - of them I sing | | 59 | 466 |
| 209: | The Valley | I will walk down to the valley | | 15 | 417 |
| 210: | The Wonder-Child | Our little babe,' each said, 'shall be | | 15 | 398 |
| 211: | The World Is Wide | The world is wide - around yon court, | | 16 | 441 |
| 212: | The World's Musqueteer: To Marshal Foch | Marshal of France, yet still the Musqueteer, | | 42 | 438 |
| 213: | Time Flies | On drives the road - another mile! and still | | 22 | 432 |
| 214: | Time's Monotone | Autumn and Winter, | | 29 | 413 |
| 215: | Time, Beauty's Friend | Is she still beautiful?" I asked of one | | 24 | 376 |
| 216: | To A Beautiful Old Lady | Say not - "She once was fair;" because the years | | 32 | 421 |
| 217: | To A Bird At Dawn | O bird that somewhere yonder sings, | | 54 | 403 |
| 218: | To A Contemner Of The Past | You that would break with the Past, | | 38 | 419 |
| 219: | To A Dead Friend | And is it true indeed, and must you go, | | 28 | 455 |
| 220: | To A Mountain Spring | Strange little spring, by channels past our telling, | | 29 | 399 |
| 221: | To A Poet | As one, the secret lover of a queen, | | 14 | 407 |
| 222: | To A Poet - (To Edmund Gosse) | Still towards the steep Parnassian way | | 28 | 474 |
| 223: | To A Rose | O rose! forbear to flaunt yourself, | | 8 | 491 |
| 224: | To A Simple Housewife | Who dough shall knead as for God's sake | | 4 | 439 |
| 225: | To A Wild Bird | Wild bird, I stole you from your nest, | | 8 | 403 |
| 226: | To Belgium | Our tears, our songs, our laurels - what are these | | 12 | 432 |
| 227: | To Lucy Hinton: December 19, 1921 | O loveliest face, on which we look our last | | 32 | 412 |
| 228: | To Madame Jumel | Of all the wind-blown dust of faces fair, | | 21 | 398 |
| 229: | To Maggie Le Gallienne With Love | Poor are the gifts of the poet | | 21 | 381 |
| 230: | To Mildred | Always thy book, too late acknowledged thine, | 1894 | 14 | 380 |
| 231: | To One On A Journey | Why did you go away without one word, | | 12 | 407 |
| 232: | To Ralph Waldo Emerson | Poet, whose words are like the tight-packed seed | | 8 | 397 |
| 233: | To The Golden Wife | With laughter always on the darkest day, | | 14 | 451 |
| 234: | To The Love Of André And Gwen | If after times | | 12 | 424 |
| 235: | To The Reader | Art was a palace once, things great and fair, | | 20 | 362 |
| 236: | Tobacco Next | They took away your drink from you, | | 28 | 389 |
| 237: | Too Late | Too late I bring my heart, too late 'tis yours; | | 18 | 424 |
| 238: | Tree-Worship - (To John Lane) | Vast and mysterious brother, ere was yet of me | | 68 | 463 |
| 239: | Two Birthdays | Your birthday, sweetheart, is my birthday too, | | 32 | 381 |
| 240: | Under Which King . . . ? | The fight I loved - the good old fight - | | 24 | 383 |
| 241: | We Are With France | We are with France - not by the ties | | 36 | 379 |
| 242: | What Of The Darkness? | What of the darkness? Is it very fair? | | 18 | 387 |
| 243: | When The Long Day Has Faded | When the long day has faded to its end, | | 9 | 370 |
| 244: | Who Was It Swept Against My Door | Who was it swept against my door just now, | | 8 | 413 |
| 245: | Winter | Winter, some call thee fair, | | 24 | 468 |
| 246: | Winter Magic | Winter that hath few friends yet numbers those | | 36 | 442 |
| 247: | With Some Old Love Verses | Dear Heart, this is my book of boyish song, | | 14 | 444 |
| 248: | Young Love | Young love, all rainbows in the lane, | | 52 | 357 |
| 249: | Young Love Postscript | So sang young Love in high and holy dream | | 16 | 402 |
| 250: | Young Love I - "Surely at last, O Lady, the sweet moon" | Surely at last, O Lady, the sweet moon | | 56 | 526 |
| 251: | Young Love II - "I make this rhyme of my lady and me" | I make this rhyme of my lady and me | | 61 | 421 |
| 252: | Young Love III - "But, Song, arise thee on a greater wing," | But, Song, arise thee on a greater wing, | | 28 | 547 |
| 253: | Young Love IV - Once | Once we met, and then there came | | 22 | 367 |
| 254: | Young Love IX - Never - Ever | My mouth to thy mouth | | 6 | 415 |
| 255: | Young Love V - The Day Of The Two Daffodils | The daffodils are fine this year,' I said; | | 43 | 433 |
| 256: | Young Love VI - Why Did She Marry Him? | Why did she marry him? Ah, say why! | | 24 | 426 |
| 257: | Young Love VII - The Lamp And The Star | Yea, let me be 'thy bachelere,' | | 12 | 454 |
| 258: | Young Love VIII - Orbits | Two stars once on their lonely way | | 12 | 358 |
| 259: | Young Love X - Love's Poor | Yea, love, I know, and I would have it thus, | | 14 | 410 |
| 260: | Young Love XI - Comfort Of Dante | Down where the unconquered river still flows on, | | 14 | 413 |
| 261: | Young Love XII - A Lost Hour | God gave us an hour for our tears, | | 20 | 431 |
| 262: | Young Love XIII - Met Once More | O Lady, I have looked on thee once more, | | 6 | 391 |
| 263: | Young Love XIV - A June Lily | Alone! once more alone! how like a tomb | | 52 | 398 |
| 264: | Young Love XV - Regret | One asked of regret, | | 12 | 391 |
| 265: | Young Love XVI - Love Afar | Love, art thou lonely to-day? | | 46 | 448 |
| 266: | Young Love XVII - "Canst thou be true across so many miles," | Canst thou be true across so many miles, | | 11 | 412 |
