| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: A Dead Harvest [In Kensington Gardens] | Along the graceless grass of town | | 15 | 66 |
| 2: A Father Of Women | Our father works in us, | | 28 | 55 |
| 3: A Letter From A Girl To Her Own Old Age | Listen, and when thy hand this paper presses, | | 57 | 73 |
| 4: A Poet's Sonnet | If I should quit thee, sacrifice, forswear, | | 14 | 62 |
| 5: A Poet's Wife | I saw a tract of ocean locked in-land | | 12 | 65 |
| 6: A Thrush Before Dawn | A voice peals in this end of night | | 30 | 45 |
| 7: A Wind Of Clear Weather In England | O what a miracle wind is this | | 20 | 42 |
| 8: After A Parting | Farewell has long been said; I have forgone thee; | | 15 | 61 |
| 9: An Unmarked Festival | There's a feast undated yet: | | 30 | 55 |
| 10: At Night | Home, home from the horizon far and clear, | | 8 | 59 |
| 11: Builders Of Ruins | We build with strength the deep tower-wall | | 60 | 50 |
| 12: Chimes | Brief, on a flying night, | | 12 | 63 |
| 13: Cradle-Song At Twilight | The child not yet is lulled to rest. | | 8 | 64 |
| 14: Easter Night | All night had shout of men and cry | | 12 | 61 |
| 15: Free Will | Dear are some hidden things | | 20 | 62 |
| 16: Future Poetry | No new delights to our desire | | 35 | 63 |
| 17: I Am The Way | Thou art the Way. | | 12 | 62 |
| 18: In Autumn | The leaves are many under my feet, | | 55 | 52 |
| 19: In Early Spring | O Spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise | | 38 | 52 |
| 20: In Sleep | I dreamt (no "dream" awake-a dream indeed) | | 16 | 60 |
| 21: Length Of Days To The Early Dead In Battle | There is no length of days | | 28 | 49 |
| 22: Meditation | No sudden thing of glory and fear | | 15 | 45 |
| 23: November Blue | O, Heavenly colour! London town | | 16 | 53 |
| 24: Nurse Edith Cavell | To her accustomed eyes | | 12 | 70 |
| 25: Parentage | Ah no, not these! | | 12 | 61 |
| 26: Parted | Farewell to one now silenced quite, | | 25 | 67 |
| 27: Regrets | As, when the seaward ebbing tide doth pour | | 24 | 73 |
| 28: Renouncement | I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong, | | 14 | 60 |
| 29: San Lorenzo Giustiniani's Mother | I had not seen my son's dear face | | 25 | 50 |
| 30: Soeur Monique - A Rondeau By Couperin | Quiet form of silent nun, | | 107 | 51 |
| 31: Song | As the inhastening tide doth roll, | | 20 | 64 |
| 32: Song | My Fair, no beauty of thine will last | | 15 | 62 |
| 33: Song Of The Day To The Night | From dawn to dusk, and from dusk to dawn, | | 20 | 65 |
| 34: Song Of The Night At Daybreak | All my stars forsake me, | | 12 | 61 |
| 35: Song Of The Spring To The Summer | O poet of the time to be, | | 20 | 54 |
| 36: Sonnet | Your own fair youth, you care so little for it, | | 14 | 51 |
| 37: Sonnet | I touched the heart that loved me as a player | | 14 | 53 |
| 38: Sonnet | A poet of one mood in all my lays, | | 14 | 56 |
| 39: Sonnet - In February | Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, | | 14 | 47 |
| 40: Sonnet - My Heart Shall Be Thy Garden | My heart shall be thy garden. Come, my own, | | 14 | 48 |
| 41: Sonnet - Spring On The Alban Hills | O'er the Campagna it is dim warm weather; | | 14 | 49 |
| 42: Sonnet - The Love Of Narcissus | Like him who met his own eyes in the river, | | 14 | 51 |
| 43: Sonnet - The Neophyte | Who knows what days I answer for to-day: | | 14 | 45 |
| 44: Sonnet - The Poet To Nature | I have no secrets from thee, lyre sublime, | | 14 | 62 |
| 45: Sonnet - Thoughts In Separation | We never meet; yet we meet day by day | | 14 | 53 |
| 46: Sonnet - To A Daisy | Slight as thou art, thou art enough to hide, | | 14 | 64 |
| 47: Sonnet - To One Poem In A Silent Time | Who looked for thee, thou little song of mine? | | 14 | 51 |
| 48: Summer In England, 1914 | On London fell a clearer light; | | 30 | 54 |
| 49: The Divine Privilege | Lord, where are Thy prerogatives? | | 24 | 54 |
| 50: The Fold | Behold, | | 14 | 57 |
| 51: The Lady Poverty | The Lady Poverty was fair: | | 18 | 52 |
| 52: The Lord’s Prayer | There is a bolder way, | | 16 | 60 |
| 53: The Modern Mother | Oh what a kiss | | 20 | 54 |
| 54: The Modern Poet - A Song Of Derivations | I come from nothing; but from where | | 25 | 65 |
| 55: The Poet Sings To Her Poet - The Moon To The Sun | As the full moon shining there | | 18 | 58 |
| 56: The Poet To His Childhood | In my thought I see you stand with a path on either hand, | | 44 | 56 |
| 57: The Roaring Frost | A flock of winds came winging from the North, | | 6 | 54 |
| 58: The Shepherdess | She walks - the lady of my delight - | | 18 | 62 |
| 59: The Treasure | Three times have I beheld | | 24 | 56 |
| 60: The Two Poets | Whose is the speech | | 19 | 51 |
| 61: The Two Questions | A riddling world!" one cried. | | 28 | 49 |
| 62: The Two Shakespeare Tercentenaries: Of Birth, 1864: Of Death, 1916. | Longer than thine, than thine, | | 20 | 48 |
| 63: To A Lost Melody | Thou art not dead, O sweet lost melody, | | 50 | 51 |
| 64: To A Poet | Thou who singest through the earth, | | 50 | 55 |
| 65: To O-, Of Her Dark Eyes | Across what calm of tropic seas, | | 24 | 57 |
| 66: To The Beloved | Oh, not more subtly silence strays | | 35 | 55 |
| 67: To The Beloved Dead - A Lament | Beloved, thou art like a tune that idle fingers | | 30 | 54 |
| 68: To Tintoretto In Venice | Master, thy enterprise, | | 28 | 49 |
| 69: Unto Us A Son Is Given | Given, not lent, | | 16 | 45 |
| 70: Veneration Of Images | Thou man, first-comer, whose wide arms entreat, | | 8 | 160 |
| 71: Veni Creator | So humble things Thou hast borne for us, O God, | | 10 | 64 |
| 72: Via, Et Veritas, Et Vita | You never attained to Him?" "If to attain | | 4 | 87 |
| 73: West Wind In Winter | Another day awakes. And who - | | 24 | 66 |
| 74: Why Wilt Thou Chide? | Why wilt thou chide, | | 16 | 51 |