About the little chambers of my heart, 4
A crazy fool am I, and mad, 207
Across the golden clouds gray clouds are flying, 128
A green eye—and a red—in the dark, 103
Ah, I have striven, I have striven, 124
Ah, there is no abiding, 160
Ah, who shall Praise receive, 168
All around was dumb and still, 15
All day long he has been busy, 181
All greenery hath faded from the trees, 144
All that love hath to give to me is given, 171
An old man leaning on a gate, 199
Are the dead as calm as those, 154
Arm thee! Arm thee! Forth upon the road, 146
As a maiden caught and bound, 193
As Christ the Lord was passing by, 20
As darting swallows skim across a pool, 26
As I went singing over the earth, 171
Ask me not how it came, 54
"A voice! A voice!" I cried. No music stills, 67
Before Thine Altar on my bended knees, 189
Be still, my beating heart, be still, 190
Bid me remember, O my gracious Lord, 85
Blue is Our Lady's colour, 29
Bring not the lily hither; she is pale, 142
Build over me no marble monument, 194
By a dim road, o'ergrown with dry thin grass, 159
By a lake below the mountain, 65
Child of my love! though thou be bright as day, 53
Come back to me my swallow, 87
Come, gentle ghosts, from that far-distant shore, 203
Come, long-awaited dawn of wondrous Night, 59
Country roads are yellow and brown, 107
Dear builder of the Bridge, with thee I stood, 116
Deep are thy waters, Love, in every heart, 110
Deep in the heart of Winter lies a day, 90
Depart from me. I know Thee not, 94
Die, Youth, die, there are none to lament thee, 166
Egypt's might is tumbled down, 121
Even to one I dare not tell, 35
Eyes, what are they? Coloured glass, 16
Fair, O Nature, thy fulfilling, 133
Farewell, my joy! For other hearts the Spring, 161
Farewell, my Loneliness, 106
Fighting would I have you die, 173
Find me, O my true love, find me, 88
"First" in my heart? Why, she is all my heart, 10
Forgive? O yes! How lightly, lightly said, 117
Full many a painter in the early days, 12
Give him his martial honours, for he fought, 142
Give me no gift! Less than thyself were nought, 162
Go at the deepest, darkest dead of night, 27
"God comfort all who mourn!" I said, 23
Gold I can give—and what would it avail thee, 189
Good Friday in my heart! Fear and affright, 148
Gorgeous grew the common walls about me, 201
Grant me but a day, love, 2
Heavily plumed the stately elm-tree hung, 140
Heavy is my heart, 3
Here would the aged pilgrim gladly stay, 196
Her face, for utter stillness, hath no peer, 147
Her yellow hair is soft, and her soft eyes, 71
He who has lived in sunshine all day long, 207
How, was it I—I that unmoved, 35
I ask of thee, love, nothing but relief, 51
I asked of Night, that she would take me, 6
I called you, fiery spirits, and ye came, 111
I cannot love you well, love, 174
I chanced to see, upon a day, 87
I did not see. How could I know, 101
I envy not the dead that rest, 198
I had a boat, and the boat had wings, 211
I have been there before thee, O my love, 34
I have forged me in sevenfold heats, 11
I have not been as Joshua when he fought, 167
I have not loved the gold of the mine, 165
I have walked a great while over the snow, 44
I have wept for those who on this turning earth, 84
I know not how it is with me—the light, 195
I may not call what many call divine, 11
I never thought that you could mourn, 183
In the blue and golden summer weather, 169
In the little red house by the river, 62
I sat before my glass one day, 8
I saw a cross of burning gold, 203
I saw a stable, low and very bare, 83
I shall forget you, O my dead, 133
Is this wide world not large enough to fill thee, 47
I think that Sadness is an idiot born, 211
It is because you were my friend, 23
I tossed my friend a wreath of roses, wet, 17
It's a great deal better to lose than win, 200
It was a bird of Paradise, 152
It was but the lightest word of the King, 173
It were too strong a bliss for thee to die, 206
I would not be the Moon, the sickly thing, 60
Leave me alone! my tears would make you laugh, 205
Let weaker souls at His decree repine, 97
Life of my learning, fire of all my Art, 120
Little Theo's gone away, 150
"Little tongue of red-brown flame," 41
Lord of the winds, I cry to Thee, 149
Love is a Rome, and many roads there be, 93
Love, the immortal thing, by Time constrained, 175
Love went a-riding over the earth, 114
Love, whereof purest light the shadow is, 209
Low-flying swallow, tho' the sky be fair, 158
Lo, when the house is empty come the dead, 107
Many a flower have I seen blossom, 152
"Merciful Christ, from Thee it was not hid," 37
Mother of God! no lady thou, 30
My Queen her sceptre did lay down, 13
Mysterious Earth! mother of trees and flowers, 145
Night is fallen within, without, 82
No longer live, 131
No more alone sleeping, no more alone waking, 57
No nearer to thy presence let me stand, 170
None ever was in love with me but grief, 185
Not as I am thou art—and yet thou art, 209
Now every day the bracken browner grows, 112
Now the sky is inky black, 145
O, a gallant set were they, 45
O casket of sweet sounds, wherein there lieth, 58
O Darkness gather round, 131
O Earth, my mother! not upon thy breast, 113
O grant me darkness! Let no gleam, 162
O let me be in loving nice, 165
O mighty Spirit, whither art thou fled, 123
O mortal virtue and immortal sin, 89
On a day, and on a day, 117
On alien ground, breathing an alien air, 109
One day in every year, 119
One night, as dreaming on my bed I lay, 5
Only a little shall we speak of thee, 210
Only for thee I fly the joyful sun, 197
O, not for that they ought, 75
O, one I need to love me, 114
Open your gates, ye skies, and let the host, 51
O tell me not that years will give, 130
O that we need not suffer, 210
O the high valley, the little low hill, 137
Other men may never care, 81
Others may praise thee, Sleep; so will not I, 179
O thou slight word, most like to breath, and made, 83
O voice that ever wanderest o'er the earth, 132
Plant not the lily here! 46
Pour me red wine from out the Venice flask, 36
Prisoned within these walls, 56
"Remember not!" I say to Him whose face, 123
Say that I lived a life of sun and storm, 178
Shall I be good? 92
She sleeps so lightly, that in trembling fear, 175
She sought the stars, she told me I must die, 181
Since Isaac in the fields at eventide, 172
Some hang above the tombs, 143
Some in a child would live, some in a book; 214
Some showed me Life as 'twere a royal game, 157
Speak to the Wind and bid him stay, 141
Spring and the flowers return. The world is gay, 66
Stay, stay my heart, what is it thou dost feel? 177
Strange Power, I know not what thou art, 1
"Strangers are we and pilgrims here!" 95
Strike, Life, a happy hour, and let me live, 138
Sunshine let it be or frost, 172
Sweetest wishes didst thou send, 164
That this should be the common grief of all, 208
The blossoming of love I sang, 19
The branch breaks because it is weak, 148
The clock, 127
The clouds before him rushed, as they, 69
The clouds had made a crimson crown, 4
The Devil is dead, good people all, 32
Thee have I sought, divine Humility, 115
The earth that made the rose, 91
The faded perfume of forgotten years, 202
The fire, the lamp, and I, were alone together, 99
The flowers of the field were sun and dew, 104
The great rain is over, 144
The grief of age is not the grief of youth, 14
The lake lay blue below the hill, 52
The men and women round thee, what are they, 105
The murmur of the city sounded on, 48
"The myrtle bush grew shady," 52
The poet's heart without his gift of song, 204
There came a man across the moor, 18
Therefore I wrote it, not that men should buy—, 212
There in that other world, what waits for me, 187
There's no smoke in the chimney, 186
There was a wood, a witches' wood, 61
There was not a moon, but half a moon, 42
There with two lives before me did I choose, 130
The sense of fellowship is grown, 98
The song of nightingales, 132
The sum of loss I have not reckoned yet, 154
The sun is not the sun, but very Light, 86
The wailing wind doth not enough despair, 55
The weapon that you fought with was a word, 31
The wind and the sea are sisters, 182
They fed me with poisonous food of praise, 192
"They served with Nelson, and with Nelson died," 130
Thou art the sun, and the wind, and the driving shower, 78
Thou show'st thy beauty unto all the men, 98
Thou that canst sit in silence hour by hour, 118
Three years! Is it only three, 14
Through the sunny garden, 137
Thus did a nameless and immortal hand, 59
Thy blessings are an armed band, 54
Thy body is no more thy house, 20
Thy hand in mine, thy hand in mine, 188
Thy little destiny, 150
Time brought me many another friend, 28
Tired of the daily round, 206
'Tis not Love that is dead, 86
To me realities but seem, 178
True to myself am I, and false to all, 26
Turn in, my lord, turn in, she said, 134
Two differing sorrows made these eyes grow dim, 173
Two forms of darkness are there. One is Night, 40
We are not near enough to love, 121
Weary was I of toil and strife, 124
Well of blackness, all defiling, 135
We were not made for refuges of lies, 127
We were young, we were merry, we were very very wise, 63
What vision of the softly sleeping eyes, 56
When I am dead, I know that thou wilt weep, 180
When Mary thro' the garden went, 67
When my dead went home to my dead, 184
When my love did what I would not, what I would not, 43
When the Golden Apples shook, 72
When wintry winds are no more heard, 7
"Where are you going, Master mine?" 70
Where dwell the lovely, wild white women folk, 76
Where the gray bushes by the gray sea grow, 159
Where, to me, is the loss, 129
Where were you, Baby, 176
Whether I live, or whether I die, 118
While the sun was going down, 24
"Who is he?" asked the seekers of the dead, 201
Who was this that came by the way, 163
Why is she set so far, so far above me, 194
Wind and waters ring the bells, 102
With slow and stealthy steps he trod, 155
Words, dear companions! In my curtained cot, 212
You thought I had the strength of men, 191