| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: A Baby In The House | I knew that a baby was hid in the house; | | 24 | 50 |
| 2: A Bachelor To A Married Flirt | All that a man can say of woman's charms, | | 54 | 63 |
| 3: A Ballade Of The Unborn Dead | They walked the valley of the dead; | | 42 | 26 |
| 4: A Book For The King | A book has been made for the King, | | 14 | 23 |
| 5: A Burial | To-day I had a burial of my dead. | | 28 | 20 |
| 6: A Crushed Leaf | An hour ago when the wind blew high | | 24 | 38 |
| 7: A Curious Story | I heard such a curious story | | 40 | 31 |
| 8: A Dialogue | Let us be friends. My life is sad and lonely, | | 33 | 22 |
| 9: A Dialogue | The world is full of selfishness and greed. | | 16 | 18 |
| 10: A Dirge | Death and a dirge at midnight; | | 28 | 26 |
| 11: A Dream | In the night I dreamed that you had died, | | 24 | 29 |
| 12: A Dream | That was a curious dream; I thought the three | | 14 | 16 |
| 13: A Dream. | That was a curious dream; I thought the three | | 14 | 22 |
| 14: A Fable. | Some cawing Crows, a hooting Owl, | | 48 | 15 |
| 15: A Fisherman's Baby | Oh! hush little baby, thy Papa's at sea, | | 18 | 29 |
| 16: A Girl's Autumn Reverie | We plucked a red rose, you and I, | | 32 | 20 |
| 17: A Girl's Faith | Across the miles that stretch between, | | 24 | 38 |
| 18: A Girl's Faith. | Across the miles that stretch between, | | 24 | 13 |
| 19: A Good Sport | I was a little lad, and the older boys called to me from the pier: | | 56 | 19 |
| 20: A Holiday | War declares a holiday; | | 20 | 25 |
| 21: A Holiday | The house is like a garden, | | 44 | 21 |
| 22: A Leaf | Somebody said, in the crowd, last eve, | | 32 | 28 |
| 23: A Leaf. | Somebody said, in the crowd, last eve, | | 32 | 25 |
| 24: A Little Song | Oh, a great world, a fair world, a true world I find it; | | 12 | 24 |
| 25: A Maiden To Her Mirror | He said he loved me! Then he called my hair | 1896 | 17 | 25 |
| 26: A Man's Good-Bye | Do you think, dear, as you say | | 28 | 26 |
| 27: A Man's Ideal | A lovely little keeper of the home, | | 20 | 23 |
| 28: A Man's Last Love | Like the tenth wave, that offers to the shore | | 14 | 20 |
| 29: A Man's Repentance | To-night when I came from the club at eleven, | | 40 | 18 |
| 30: A Man's Reverie | How cold the old porch seems. A dreary chill | | 20 | 23 |
| 31: A March Snow. | Let the old snow be covered with the new: | | 14 | 27 |
| 32: A Marine Etching | A yacht from its harbor ropes pulled free, | 1896 | 4 | 30 |
| 33: A Marine Etching | A yacht from its harbour ropes pulled free, | | 4 | 19 |
| 34: A Married Coquette | Sit still, I say, and dispense with heroics! | | 80 | 19 |
| 35: A Meeting. | Quite carelessly I turned the newsy sheet; | | 24 | 17 |
| 36: A Minor Chord | I heard a strain of music in the street - | | 14 | 27 |
| 37: A Moorish Maid | Above her veil a shrouded Moorish maid | | 24 | 18 |
| 38: A Naughty Little Comet | There was once a little comet who lived near the Milky Way! | | 24 | 30 |
| 39: A Picture. | I strolled last eve across the lonely down; | | 8 | 18 |
| 40: A Pin | Oh! I know a certain woman who is reckoned with the good, | | 32 | 23 |
| 41: A Plea To Peace | When mighty issues loom before us, all | | 30 | 35 |
| 42: A Prayer | Master of sweet and loving lore, | | 28 | 25 |
| 43: A Prayer | Just as I shape the purport of my thought, | | 12 | 20 |
| 44: A Reminiscence | I saw the wild honey-bee kissing a rose | | 42 | 22 |
| 45: A Reminiscence. | I saw the wild honey-bee kissing a rose | | 42 | 17 |
| 46: A Sculptor. | As the ambitious sculptor, tireless, lifts | | 15 | 28 |
| 47: A Servian Legend | Long, long ago, ere yet our race began, | | 66 | 19 |
| 48: A Solar Eclipse | In that great journey of the stars through space | | 14 | 29 |
| 49: A Son Speaks | Mother, sit down, for I have much to say | | 83 | 28 |
| 50: A Song Of Home | I am singing a song to the boys to-day, | | 28 | 22 |
| 51: A Song Of Life | In the rapture of life and of living, | | 36 | 25 |
| 52: A Song Of Life. | In the rapture of life and of living, | | 36 | 21 |
| 53: A Song Of Republics | Fair Freedom's ship, too long adrift - | | 72 | 23 |
| 54: A Song. | Is any one sad in the world, I wonder? | | 32 | 26 |
| 55: A Strain Of Music | In through the open window | | 32 | 34 |
| 56: A Successful Man | There was a man who killed a loving maid | | 25 | 17 |
| 57: A Suggestion | As I go and shop, sir! | | 24 | 20 |
| 58: A Suggestion, To C. A. D. | Let the wild red-rose bloom. Though not to thee | | 16 | 29 |
| 59: A Vagabond Mind | Since early this morning the world has seemed surging | | 24 | 17 |
| 60: A Vision | My soul beheld a vision of the Master: | | 32 | 14 |
| 61: A Waft Of Perfume | A waft of perfume from a bit of lace | | 20 | 28 |
| 62: A Wakeful Night | In the dark and the gloom when winds were fretting | | 24 | 20 |
| 63: A Waltz-Quadrille. | The band was playing a waltz-quadrille, | | 40 | 12 |
| 64: A Warning | There was a flame, oh! such a tiny flame - | | 12 | 24 |
| 65: A Wish | Great dignity ever attends great grief, | | 32 | 16 |
| 66: A Woman's Answer | You call me an angel of love and of light, | | 42 | 24 |
| 67: A Woman's Hand | All day long there has haunted me | | 24 | 26 |
| 68: A Woman's Love | So vast the tide of love within me surging, | | 40 | 45 |
| 69: About May | One night Nurse Sleep held out her hand | | 25 | 26 |
| 70: Acquaintance | Not we who daily walk the city's | | 14 | 18 |
| 71: Acquaintance | Not we who daily walk the City's street; | | 14 | 15 |
| 72: Action | For ever stars are winging | | 24 | 25 |
| 73: Ad Finem. | On the white throat of the' useless passion | | 40 | 19 |
| 74: Advice. | I must do as you do? Your way I own | | 32 | 20 |
| 75: Aesthetic | In a garb that was guiltless of colours | | 32 | 23 |
| 76: Aesthetic. | In a garb that was guiltless of colors | | 32 | 18 |
| 77: Affirm | Body and mind, and spirit, all combine | | 10 | 29 |
| 78: After | After the end that is drawing near | | 28 | 24 |
| 79: After | Over the din of battle, | | 12 | 24 |
| 80: After | Over the din of battle, | | 12 | 16 |
| 81: After The Battles Are Over | After the battles are over, | | 168 | 23 |
| 82: After The Battles Are Over. | After the battles are over, | | 168 | 18 |
| 83: After The Engagement | Well, Mabel, 'tis over and ended - | | 56 | 20 |
| 84: All For Me | The world grows green on a thousand hills - | | 40 | 26 |
| 85: All For Me. | The world grows green on a thousand hills - | | 40 | 17 |
| 86: All In A Coach And Four | The quality folk went riding by, | | 28 | 12 |
| 87: All Mad | He is mad as a hare, poor fellow, | | 24 | 20 |
| 88: All Mad. | He is mad as a hare, poor fellow, | | 28 | 13 |
| 89: All Roads That Lead To God Are Good | All roads that lead to God are good. | | 28 | 31 |
| 90: All That Love Asks | All that I ask," says Love, "is just to stand | | 30 | 28 |
| 91: All That Love Asks | All that I ask," says Love, "is just to stand | | 30 | 16 |
| 92: Alone In The House | I am all alone in the house to-night; | | 36 | 28 |
| 93: Always At Sea | Always at sea I think about the dead. | | 18 | 16 |
| 94: Ambition's Trail | If all the end of this continuous striving | 1896 | 15 | 23 |
| 95: America | I am the refuge of all the oppressed, | | 46 | 30 |
| 96: America Will Not Turn Back' Woodrow Wilson | America will not turn back; | | 24 | 19 |
| 97: American Boys, Hello! | Oh! we love all the French, and we speak in French | | 27 | 16 |
| 98: An Afternoon | I am stirred by the dream of an afternoon | | 32 | 14 |
| 99: An Answer. | If all the year was summer time, | | 25 | 16 |
| 100: An Autumn Day | Leaden skies and a lonesome shadow | | 18 | 25 |
| 101: An East Wind | The glitter of wheels far down the street | | 15 | 18 |
| 102: An Empty Crib | Beside a crib that holds a baby's stocking, | | 16 | 19 |
| 103: An Episode | Along the narrow Moorish street | | 24 | 18 |
| 104: An Erring Woman's Love | She was a light and wanton maid: | | 368 | 19 |
| 105: An Inspiration | However the battle is ended, | | 32 | 28 |
| 106: An Ode To Time | Ho! sportsman Time, whose chargers fleet | | 48 | 23 |
| 107: An Old Bouquet | I opened a long closed drawer to-day, | | 30 | 24 |
| 108: An Old Heart | How young I am! Ah! heaven, this curse of youth | | 20 | 30 |
| 109: An Old Man To His Sleeping Young Bride | As when the old moon lighted by the tender | | 40 | 21 |
| 110: An Old Song | Two roadways lead from this land to That, and one is the road of Prayer; | | 22 | 16 |
| 111: An Old-Fashioned Type | For 'Mabel Brown' I never cared | | 48 | 19 |
| 112: And They Are Dumb | I have been across the bridges of the years. | | 42 | 16 |
| 113: And They Are Dumb. | I have been across the bridges of the years. | | 42 | 15 |
| 114: Answer | O well have we done the old tasks! in the old, old ways of earth. | | 12 | 19 |
| 115: Answered. | Good-bye - yes, I am going. | | 36 | 13 |
| 116: Answers | What is the end of each man's toil, | | 50 | 19 |
| 117: Applause. | I hold it one of the sad certain laws | | 14 | 15 |
| 118: Appreciation | They prize not most the opulence of June | | 14 | 16 |
| 119: Aquileia | The ropes, the ropes! Apollo send us ropes, | | 44 | 14 |
| 120: Aristarchus (The Name Of The Mountain In The Moon) | It was long and long ago our love began; | | 36 | 25 |
| 121: Arrow And Bow | It is easy to stand in the pulpit, or in the closet to kneel, | | 58 | 18 |
| 122: Art And Heart. | Though critics may bow to art, and I am its own true lover, | | 16 | 23 |
| 123: Art Thou Alive? | Art thou alive? Nay, not too soon reply, | | 22 | 22 |
| 124: Art Versus Cupid | Now have I fully fixed upon my part. | | 161 | 18 |
| 125: Artist's Life | Of all the waltzes the great Strauss wrote, | | 24 | 19 |
| 126: Artist's Life. | Of all the waltzes the great Strauss wrote, | | 24 | 17 |
| 127: As By Fire. | Sometimes I feel so passionate a yearning | | 28 | 17 |
| 128: As We Look Back (Rondeau) | As we look back at our lost Used-to-Be, | | 15 | 24 |
| 129: As You Go Through Life | Don't look for the flaws as you go through life; | | 24 | 16 |
| 130: Ascension | I have been down in the darkest water - | | 40 | 15 |
| 131: Assertion | I am serenity. Though passions beat | | 18 | 24 |
| 132: Assistance | Lean on no mortal, Love, and serve; | | 14 | 16 |
| 133: Astrolabius (The Child Of Abelard And Heloise) | I wrenched from a passing comet in its flight, | | 42 | 18 |
| 134: At Bay | Reach out your arms, and hold me close and fast. | | 24 | 26 |
| 135: At Eleusis. | I, at Eleusis, saw the finest sight, | | 14 | 16 |
| 136: At Fontainebleau | At Fontainebleau, I saw a little bed | | 14 | 27 |
| 137: At The Bridal | Oh! but the bride was lovely, | | 28 | 32 |
| 138: At The Hop | Tis time to dress. Dost hear the music surging | | 28 | 18 |
| 139: Attainment | Use all your hidden forces. Do not miss | | 15 | 21 |
| 140: Attainment | There is no summit you may not attain, | | 14 | 21 |
| 141: Attraction. | The meadow and the mountain with desire | | 12 | 24 |
| 142: Awakened! | Slowly the People waken; they have been, | | 34 | 29 |
| 143: Battle Hymn Of The Women | They are waking, they are waking, | | 32 | 24 |
| 144: Be Not Attached | Be not attached.' So runs the great command | | 20 | 26 |
| 145: Be Not Content | Be not content - contentment means inaction; | | 20 | 16 |
| 146: Be Not Dismayed | Be not dismayed, be not dismayed when death | | 28 | 17 |
| 147: Beauty | The search for beauty is the search for God | | 60 | 16 |
| 148: Beauty Making | Methinks there is no greater work in life | | 21 | 18 |
| 149: Before And After | Before I lost my love, he said to me: | | 24 | 15 |
| 150: Begin The Day | Begin each morning with a talk to God, | | 16 | 23 |
| 151: Behold The Earth | Behold the earth swung in among the stars | | 20 | 17 |
| 152: Belgium | Ruined? destroyed? Ah, no; though blood in rivers ran | | 8 | 19 |
| 153: Beppo. | Why art thou sad, my Beppo? But last eve, | | 24 | 19 |
| 154: Best | In the gruesome night and the wintry weather, | | 24 | 16 |
| 155: Beyond. | It seemeth such a little way to me | | 30 | 19 |
| 156: Bleak Weather. | Dear Love, where the red lilies blossomed and grew | | 24 | 13 |
| 157: Blind | Whatever a man may think or feel | | 24 | 16 |
| 158: Bound And Free | Come to me, Love! Come on the wings of the wind! | | 24 | 21 |
| 159: Breaking The Day In Two | When from dawn till noon seems one long day, | | 24 | 24 |
| 160: Bridge Of Prayer | The bridge of prayer from heavenly heights suspended | | 24 | 18 |
| 161: Brotherhood | When in the even ways of life | | 27 | 25 |
| 162: Burdened | Dear God! there is no sadder fate in life | | 14 | 19 |
| 163: Burdened. | Dear God! there is no sadder fate in life, | | 14 | 12 |
| 164: Burned Out | Blow out the light: there is no oil to feed it: | | 15 | 19 |
| 165: But One. | The year has but one June, dear friend; | | 15 | 25 |
| 166: By-And-By. | By-and-by," the maiden sighed - "by-and-by | | 26 | 22 |
| 167: By-And-Bye | By-and-bye," the maiden sighed - "by-and-bye | | 26 | 17 |
| 168: Camouflage | Camouflage is all the rage. | | 12 | 24 |
| 169: Camp Followers | In the old wars of the world there were camp followers, | | 32 | 26 |
| 170: Canada | England, father and mother in one, | | 32 | 16 |
| 171: Carlos. | Last night I knelt low at my lady's feet. | | 44 | 22 |
| 172: Certitude | There was a time when I was confident | | 14 | 16 |
| 173: Change. | Changed? Yes, I will confess it - I have changed. | | 28 | 22 |
| 174: Cheating Time | Kiss me, sweetheart. One by one | | 20 | 15 |
| 175: Christ Crucified | Now ere I slept, my prayer had been that I might see my way | | 36 | 22 |
| 176: Christmas Fancies | When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, | 1896 | 36 | 24 |
| 177: Christmas Fancies | When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, | | 36 | 26 |
| 178: Circumstance | Talk not to me of souls that do conceive | | 20 | 18 |
| 179: Climbing | Who climbs the mountain does not always climb. | | 10 | 16 |
| 180: Come Back Clean | This is the song for a soldier | | 32 | 17 |
| 181: Come Near | Come near to me, I need Thy glorious presence. | | 25 | 16 |
| 182: Communism. | When my blood flows calm as a purling river, | | 32 | 58 |
| 183: Compassion | He was a failure, and one day he died. | | 14 | 24 |
| 184: Compensations | When first the shadows fell, like prison bars, | | 51 | 12 |
| 185: Completion | When I shall meet God's generous dispensers | | 48 | 27 |
| 186: Comrades | I and my Soul are alone to-day, | | 28 | 14 |
| 187: Comrades. | I and my Soul are alone to-day, | | 28 | 17 |
| 188: Concentration | The age is too diffusive. Time and Force | | 12 | 20 |
| 189: Confession | How shall a maid make answer to a man | | 76 | 20 |
| 190: Conquest | Talk not of strength, until your heart has known | | 8 | 21 |
| 191: Consciousness | God, what a glory, is this consciousness, | | 14 | 15 |
| 192: Content And Happiness | How is it that men pray their earthly lot | | 15 | 26 |
| 193: Contrasts | I see the tall church steeples, | 1896 | 12 | 20 |
| 194: Contrasts | I see the tall church steeples - | | 12 | 21 |
| 195: Conversation | We were a baker's dozen in the house - six women and six men | | 61 | 17 |
| 196: Conversion. | I have lived this life as the skeptic lives it; | | 40 | 19 |
| 197: Coronation Poem And Prayer | The world has crowned a thousand kings: | | 88 | 15 |
| 198: Couleur De Rose | I want more lives in which to love | | 45 | 22 |
| 199: Courage | Whether the way be dark or light | | 20 | 24 |
| 200: Courage. | There is a courage, a majestic thing | | 14 | 21 |
| 201: Creation. | The impulse of all love is to create. | | 15 | 29 |
| 202: Credulity | If fallacies come knocking at my door, | | 12 | 16 |
| 203: Custer | All valor died not on the plains of Troy. | | 1200 | 25 |
| 204: De Rochambeau | Here is a picture I carry away | | 20 | 19 |
| 205: Dear Motherland Of France, Dedicated To The Men And Women Of France | Our Motherland, dear Motherland, | | 27 | 22 |
| 206: Death Has Crowned Him A Martyr | In the midst of sunny waters, lo! the mighty Ship of State | | 24 | 17 |
| 207: Death's Protest | Why dost thou shrink from my approach, O Man? | | 14 | 17 |
| 208: Deceitful Calm | The winds are still; the sea lies all untroubled | | 30 | 26 |
| 209: December | Upon December's windy portico | | 24 | 27 |
| 210: Deep Unto Deep Was Calling | They rode through the bannered city - | | 32 | 20 |
| 211: Delilah. | In the midnight of darkness and terror, | | 40 | 17 |
| 212: Dell And I | In a mansion grand, just over the way | | 40 | 15 |
| 213: Desolation. | I think that the bitterest sorrow or pain | | 20 | 14 |
| 214: Diamonds | The tears of fallen women turned to ice | | 2 | 20 |
| 215: Disarmament | We have outgrown the helmet and cuirass, | | 19 | 16 |
| 216: Discontent | Like a thorn in the flesh, like a fly in the mesh, | | 32 | 20 |
| 217: Divorced | Thinking of one thing all day long, at night | | 86 | 23 |
| 218: Does It Pay | If one poor burdened toiler o'er life's road, | Does It Pay | 12 | 20 |
| 219: Does It Pay? | If one poor burdened toiler o'er life's road, | | 12 | 24 |
| 220: Domestic Bliss | Sequestered in their calm domestic bower, | | 14 | 20 |
| 221: Double Carnations | A wild Pink nestled in a garden bed, | | 28 | 30 |
| 222: Dreams. | Thank God for dreams! I, desolate and lone, | | 36 | 16 |
| 223: Drouth. | Why do we pity those who weep? The pain | | 14 | 13 |
| 224: Dual | You say that your nature is double; that life | | 24 | 23 |
| 225: Dust-Sealed. | I know not wherefore, but mine eyes | | 24 | 21 |
| 226: Duty's Path | Out from the harbour of youth's bay | | 24 | 24 |
| 227: Earnestness. | The hurry of the times affects us so | | 14 | 15 |
| 228: Earth Bound | New paradise, and groom and bride; | | 30 | 18 |
| 229: Earthly Pride | How baseless is the mightiest earthly pride, | 1896 | 4 | 30 |
| 230: East And West | The Day has never understood the Gloaming or the Night; | | 12 | 18 |
| 231: Easter Morn | A truth that has long lain buried | | 16 | 26 |
| 232: Effect | An unkind tale was whispered in his ear. | | 12 | 27 |
| 233: England, Awake! | A beautiful great lady, past her prime, | | 14 | 46 |
| 234: Estranged | So well I knew your habits and your ways, | | 28 | 22 |
| 235: Europe | Little lads and grandsires, | | 16 | 23 |
| 236: Existence | You are here, and you are wanted, | | 40 | 23 |
| 237: Faith | Let a valiant Faith cross swords with Death, | | 24 | 14 |
| 238: False | False! Good God, I am dreaming! | | 60 | 21 |
| 239: Fate And I | Wise men tell me thou, O Fate, | | 36 | 19 |
| 240: Father | He never made a fortune, or a noise | | 36 | 19 |
| 241: Father And Son | My grand-dame, vigorous at eighty-one, | | 44 | 16 |
| 242: Fear | Fear is the twin of Faith's sworn foe, Distrust. | | 8 | 18 |
| 243: Fiction And Fact | In books I read, how men have lived and died, | | 8 | 20 |
| 244: Five Kisses | Love breathed a secret to her listening heart, | | 70 | 20 |
| 245: Fleeing Away | My thoughts soar not as they ought to soar, | | 24 | 17 |
| 246: Fleeing Away. | My thoughts soar not as they ought to soar, | | 24 | 24 |
| 247: Floods. | In the dark night, from sweet refreshing sleep | | 30 | 16 |
| 248: Flowers Of France' Decoration Poem For Soldiers' Graves, Tours, France, May 30, 1918 | Flowers of France in the Spring, | | 82 | 17 |
| 249: Foes | Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear | | 24 | 15 |
| 250: Foes. | Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear | | 24 | 15 |
| 251: Forbidden Speech | The passion you forbade my lips to utter | | 24 | 15 |
| 252: Forward | Let me look always forward. Never back. | | 14 | 21 |
| 253: Found | Found - as I rushed through the great world's mart, | | 20 | 17 |
| 254: Friday | From feasts abstain; be temperate, and pray; | | 6 | 18 |
| 255: Friendship | Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be proving | | 24 | 23 |
| 256: Friendship After Love. | After the fierce midsummer all ablaze | | 14 | 24 |
| 257: Friendship. | Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be proving | | 24 | 27 |
| 258: From The Grave. | When the first sere leaves of the year were falling, | | 36 | 21 |
| 259: Geraldine | Just as the sun went bathing in a sea | | 28 | 19 |
| 260: Gethsemane | In golden youth when seems the earth | | 32 | 16 |
| 261: Gethsemane. | In golden youth when seems the earth | | 32 | 16 |
| 262: Ghosts | There are ghosts in the room. | | 24 | 20 |
| 263: Ghosts. | There are ghosts in the room. | | 24 | 27 |
| 264: Give | Live, and thou shalt receive. Give thoughts of cheer, | | 16 | 17 |
| 265: Go Back | When winds of March by the springtime bidden | | 24 | 19 |
| 266: Go Plant A Tree | God, what a joy it is to plant a tree, | | 28 | 22 |
| 267: God Rules Alway | Into the world's most high and holy places | | 54 | 12 |
| 268: God's Answer | Once in a time of trouble and of care | | 14 | 22 |
| 269: God's Kin | There is no summit you may not attain, | | 14 | 23 |
| 270: God's Measure | God measures souls by their capacity | | 15 | 16 |
| 271: God's Measure. | God measures souls by their capacity | | 19 | 24 |
| 272: Good Night | The day is at its golden height, | | 25 | 21 |
| 273: Gracia. | Nay, nay, Antonio! nay, thou shalt not blame her, | | 28 | 21 |
| 274: Grandpa's Christmas | In his great cushioned chair by the fender | | 88 | 17 |
| 275: Greater Britain | Our hearts were not set on fighting, | | 24 | 12 |
| 276: Grief | As the funeral train with its honoured dead | | 40 | 14 |
| 277: Guerdon | Upon the white cheek of the Cherub Year | | 16 | 10 |
| 278: Guerdon. | Upon the white cheek of the Cherub Year | | 16 | 15 |
| 279: Guilo. | Yes, yes! I love thee, Guilo; thee alone. | | 28 | 14 |
| 280: Gypsying | Gypsying, gypsying, through the world together, | | 20 | 16 |
| 281: Half Fledged | I feel the stirrings in me of great things. | | 22 | 20 |
| 282: Half Fledged. | I feel the stirrings in me of great things. | | 22 | 18 |
| 283: Happiness | There are so many little things that make life beautiful. | | 32 | 29 |
| 284: Has Been | That melancholy phrase "It might have been," | | 15 | 25 |
| 285: He That Hath Ears | The Spirit says unto the churches, | | 30 | 13 |
| 286: He That Looketh | Yea, she and I have broken God's command, | | 16 | 18 |
| 287: He Will Not Come | Take out the blossom in your hair abloom, | | 20 | 19 |
| 288: Heaven And Hell | While forced to dwell apart from thy dear face, | | 14 | 13 |
| 289: Helen Of Troy On The Isle Of Cranae | The world an abject vassal to her charms, | | 14 | 20 |
| 290: Helen Of Troy On The Isle Of Rhodes | The battles ended, ardent Paris dead, | | 14 | 21 |
| 291: Helena | Last night I saw Helena. She whose praise | | 36 | 16 |
| 292: Helena. | Last night I saw Helena. She whose praise | | 36 | 19 |
| 293: Her Last Letter | Sitting alone by the window, | | 96 | 14 |
| 294: Her Love | The sands upon the ocean side | | 28 | 19 |
| 295: Her Love. (Excerpt From "Maurine") | The sands upon the ocean side | | 28 | 12 |
| 296: Here And Now | Here, in the heart of the world, | | 32 | 17 |
| 297: Here And Now | Here, in the heart of the world, | | 32 | 17 |
| 298: Hidden Gems | We know not what lies in us, till we seek; | | 16 | 16 |
| 299: Hidden Gems. | We know not what lies in us, till we seek; | | 16 | 12 |
| 300: High Noon | Time's finger on the dial of my life | 1896 | 45 | 16 |
| 301: High Noon | Time's finger on the dial of my life | | 45 | 15 |
| 302: His Last Letter | Well, you are free; | | 66 | 18 |
| 303: His Mansion | There was a thought he hid from all men's eyes, | | 8 | 18 |
| 304: His Youth | Dying? I am not dying? Are you mad? | | 40 | 14 |
| 305: Holiday Songs | Sailing away on a summer sea, | | 42 | 29 |
| 306: Home | The greatest words are always solitaires, | | 14 | 38 |
| 307: Honeymoon Scene (From The Drama Of Mizpah) | What were thy thoughts, sweet Esther? Something passed | | 145 | 28 |
| 308: How Does Love Speak? | How does Love speak? | | 41 | 16 |
| 309: How Is It? | You who are loudly crying out for peace, | | 28 | 22 |
| 310: How Salvator Won | The gate was thrown open, I rode out alone, | | 74 | 11 |
| 311: How The White Rose Came | The roses all were pink and red, | | 24 | 15 |
| 312: How Will It Be? | How will it be when one of us alone | | 14 | 35 |
| 313: Husband And Wife | Reach out your arms, and hold me close and fast, | | 24 | 22 |
| 314: Husks | She looked at her neighbour's house in the light of the waning day - | | 16 | 17 |
| 315: I Am | I know not whence I came, | | 32 | 37 |
| 316: I Am | I know not whence I came, | | 32 | 22 |
| 317: I Am Running Forth To Meet You | I am running forth to meet you, O my Master, | | 35 | 15 |
| 318: I Didn't Think | If all the troubles in the world | | 40 | 20 |
| 319: I Dream | Oh, I have dreams. I sometimes dream of Life | | 33 | 20 |
| 320: I Dream. | Oh, I have dreams. I sometimes dream of Life | | 33 | 18 |
| 321: I Know Not | Death! I know not what room you are abiding in, | | 15 | 16 |
| 322: I Look To Science | I look to Science for the cure of Crime; | | 21 | 16 |
| 323: I Will Be Worthy Of It. | I may not reach the heights I seek, | | 21 | 13 |
| 324: I Wonder Why | Do you remember that glorious June | | 24 | 21 |
| 325: I, Too | I saw fond lovers in that glow | | 24 | 17 |
| 326: If | Twixt what thou art, and what thou wouldst be, let | 1896 | 17 | 12 |
| 327: If | Twixt what thou art, and what thou wouldst be, let | | 17 | 14 |
| 328: If | Dear love, if you and I could sail away, | | 20 | 21 |
| 329: If Christ Came Questioning | If Christ came questioning His world to-day, | | 42 | 13 |
| 330: If I Could Only Weep | If I could only weep, | | 16 | 26 |
| 331: If I Should Die. - Rondeau. | If I should die, how kind you all would grow! | | 16 | 17 |
| 332: If I Were | If I were a raindrop, and you were a leaf, | | 12 | 17 |
| 333: If I Were A Man, A Young Man | If I were a man, a young man, and knew what I know to-day, | | 36 | 11 |
| 334: If One Should Dive Deep | Once more on the beach with the shifting clouds o'er me | | 21 | 12 |
| 335: If We Should Meet Him | Now what were the words of Jesus, | | 27 | 20 |
| 336: If. | Dear love, if you and I could sail away, | | 24 | 15 |
| 337: Illusion | God and I in space alone | | 20 | 16 |
| 338: Impatience. | How can I wait until you come to me? | | 30 | 17 |
| 339: In An Old Art Gallery | Before the statue of a giant Hun, | | 14 | 14 |
| 340: In England | In England there are wrongs, no doubt, | | 31 | 28 |
| 341: In France I Saw A Hill | In France I saw a hill - a gentle slope | | 24 | 10 |
| 342: In India's Dreamy Land | In India's land one listens aghast | | 4 | 12 |
| 343: In The Crowd | How happy they are, in all seeming, | | 36 | 15 |
| 344: In The Crowd. | How happy they are, in all seeming, | | 40 | 12 |
| 345: In The Long Run | In the long run fame finds the deserving man. | | 28 | 18 |
| 346: In The Long Run. | In the long run fame finds the deserving man. | | 28 | 15 |
| 347: In The Night. | Sometimes at night, when I sit and write, | | 28 | 17 |
| 348: Incomplete | The summer is just in its grandest prime, | | 20 | 14 |
| 349: Individuality. | O yes, I love you, and with all my heart; | | 42 | 12 |
| 350: Inevitable | To-day I was so weary and I lay | | 20 | 16 |
| 351: Inevitable. | To-day I was so weary and I lay | | 20 | 12 |
| 352: Insight | On the river of life, as I float along, | | 24 | 16 |
| 353: Insight | Sirs, when you pity us, I say | | 48 | 11 |
| 354: Inspiration | Not like a daring, bold, aggressive boy, | | 20 | 19 |
| 355: Inspiration | Not like a daring, bold, aggressive boy, | | 20 | 16 |
| 356: Interlude | The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer; | | 16 | 12 |
| 357: Interlude | The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer; | | 16 | 13 |
| 358: Intermediary | When from the prison of its body free, | | 36 | 16 |
| 359: Into Space | If the sad old world should jump a cog | | 36 | 17 |
| 360: Is It Done? | It is done! in the fire's fitful flashes, | | 32 | 22 |
| 361: Is It Done? | It is done! in the fire's fitful flashes, | | 32 | 19 |
| 362: Isaura. | Dost thou not tire, Isaura, of this play? | | 32 | 17 |
| 363: It All Will Come Out Right | Whatever is a cruel wrong, | | 24 | 20 |
| 364: It Does Not Matter | It does not matter very much to me | | 20 | 23 |
| 365: It May Be | Let us be silent for a little while; | | 36 | 17 |
| 366: It Might Have Been | We will be what we could be. Do not say, | | 16 | 14 |
| 367: It Might Have Been. | We will be what we could be. Do not say, | | 16 | 17 |
| 368: Jenny Lind | There was a something in your song, men say | | 14 | 20 |
| 369: Just You | All the selfish joys of earth, | | 18 | 21 |
| 370: Justice | However inexplicable may seem | | 14 | 20 |
| 371: Justice | However inexplicable may seem | | 14 | 16 |
| 372: Karma | We cannot choose our sorrows. One there was | | 28 | 16 |
| 373: Keep Going | Is the goal distant, and troubled the road, | | 20 | 15 |
| 374: Knitting | At the concert and the play | | 30 | 15 |
| 375: Knowledge | Would you believe in Presences Unseen - | | 18 | 15 |
| 376: La Mort D'Amour. | When was it that love died? We were so fond, | | 28 | 14 |
| 377: Lais When Old | Lais, when old and all her beauty gone, | | 14 | 18 |
| 378: Lais When Young | Lais when young, and all her charms in flower, | | 14 | 11 |
| 379: Last Love | The first flower of the spring is not so fair | | 14 | 18 |
| 380: Lean Down. | Lean down and lift me higher, Josephine! | | 24 | 12 |
| 381: Let Me Lean Hard. | Let me lean hard upon the Eternal Breast: | | 21 | 7 |
| 382: Let Them Go | Let the dream go. Are there not other dreams | | 24 | 16 |
| 383: Let Them Go. | Let the dream go. Are there not other dreams | | 24 | 14 |
| 384: Let Us Give Thanks | For the courage which comes when we call, | | 35 | 8 |
| 385: Leudemann's-On-The-River. | Toward even when the day leans down | | 44 | 12 |
| 386: Leudemanns-On-The-River. | Toward even, when the day leans down | | 48 | 7 |
| 387: Life | All in the dark we grope along, | 1896 | 24 | 18 |
| 388: Life | On a bleak, bald hill with a dull world under, | | 32 | 14 |
| 389: Life | All in the dark we grope along, | | 24 | 10 |
| 390: Life | Oh! I feel the growing glory | | 32 | 11 |
| 391: Life | Life, like a romping schoolboy, full of glee, | | 14 | 11 |
| 392: Life | I feel the great immensity of life. | | 17 | 12 |
| 393: Life And I | Life and I are lovers, straying | | 32 | 6 |
| 394: Life And I. | Life and I are lovers, straying | | 32 | 12 |
| 395: Life Is A Privilege | Life is a privilege. Its youthful days | | 32 | 7 |
| 396: Life Is A Privilege | Life is a privilege. Its youthful days | | 32 | 7 |
| 397: Life Is Love | Is anyone sad in the world, I wonder? | | 32 | 7 |
| 398: Life Is Too Short. | Life is too short for any vain regretting; | | 21 | 8 |
| 399: Life's Car | Hurry up!' | | 40 | 13 |
| 400: Life's Harmonies | Let no man pray that he know not sorrow, | | 12 | 12 |
| 401: Life's Harmonies | Let no man pray that he know not sorrow, | | 12 | 4 |
| 402: Life's Key | The hand that fashioned me, tuned my ear | | 28 | 11 |
| 403: Life's Opera | Like an opera-house is the world, I ween, | | 6 | 11 |
| 404: Life's Track | This game of life is a dangerous play, | | 30 | 11 |
| 405: Life. | Life, like a romping schoolboy, full of glee, | | 14 | 10 |
| 406: Life. | I feel the great immensity of life. | | 21 | 15 |
| 407: Limitless | When the motive is right and the will is strong | | 8 | 5 |
| 408: Lincoln | When God created this good world | | 12 | 12 |
| 409: Lippo. | Now we must part, my Lippo. Even so, | | 24 | 14 |
| 410: Listen | Whoever you are as you read this, | | 16 | 24 |
| 411: Little Blue Hood | Every morning and every night | | 30 | 8 |
| 412: Little Blue Hood. | Every morning and every night | | 30 | 16 |
| 413: Little Girls | Whether you frolic with comrade boys, | | 24 | 9 |
| 414: Little Queen. | Do you remember the name I wore - | | 32 | 7 |
| 415: Lord, Speak Again | When God had formed the Universe, He thought | | 48 | 12 |
| 416: Lost Nation | Oh! we are a lone, lost nation, | | 28 | 7 |
| 417: Love | Dreaming of love, the ardent mind of youth | | 14 | 20 |
| 418: Love And The Seasons | A sudden softness in the wind; | | 32 | 16 |
| 419: Love Is Enough | Love is enough. Let us not ask for gold. | | 28 | 16 |
| 420: Love Song. | Once in the world's first prime, | | 24 | 14 |
| 421: Love Thyself Last | Love thyself last. Look near, behold thy duty | 1896 | 20 | 6 |
| 422: Love's Burial | See him quake and see him tremble, | | 32 | 19 |
| 423: Love's Burial | Let us clear a little space, | | 24 | 6 |
| 424: Love's Burial. | Let us clear a little space, | | 24 | 10 |
| 425: Love's Coming. | She had looked for his coming as warriors come, | | 16 | 9 |
| 426: Love's Language (Preface To "Poems Of Progress") | When silence flees before the voice of Love, | | 18 | 11 |
| 427: Love's Language. | How does Love speak? | | 41 | 13 |
| 428: Love's Mirage | Midway upon the route, he paused athirst | | 14 | 7 |
| 429: Love's Sleep. | We'll cover Love with roses, | | 36 | 10 |
| 430: Love's Supremacy | As yon great Sun in his supreme condition | | 32 | 15 |
| 431: Love's Way | Love gives us copious potions of delight, | | 14 | 7 |
| 432: Love, Time, And Will | A soul immortal, Time, God everywhere, | | 30 | 11 |
| 433: Luck | Luck is the tuning of our inmost thought | | 15 | 16 |
| 434: Mad | Could I but hear you laugh across the street, | | 20 | 17 |
| 435: March | Like some reformer, who with mien austere, | | 12 | 9 |
| 436: Martyrs Of Peace | Fame writes ever its song and story, | | 18 | 8 |
| 437: Maurine | I sat and sewed, and sang some tender tune, | | 3470 | 9 |
| 438: Maurine Part I. | I sat and sewed, and sang some tender tune, | | 325 | 7 |
| 439: Maurine Part II. | To little birds that never tire of humming | | 386 | 8 |
| 440: Maurine Part III. | One golden twelfth-part of a checkered year; | | 550 | 6 |
| 441: Maurine Part IV. | Maurine, Maurine! 'tis ten o'clock! arise, | | 599 | 9 |
| 442: Maurine Part V. | A visit to a cave some miles away | | 574 | 7 |
| 443: Maurine Part VI. | There was a week of bustle and of hurry; | | 435 | 7 |
| 444: Maurine Part VII. | With much hard labor and some pleasure fraught, | | 575 | 6 |
| 445: Meditations - Hers | After the ball last night, when I came home | | 43 | 14 |
| 446: Meditations - His | I was so proud of you last night, dear girl, | | 48 | 17 |
| 447: Meg's Curse | The sun rode high in a cloudless sky | | 98 | 10 |
| 448: Memorial Day -1892 | The quiet graves of our country's braves | | 36 | 23 |
| 449: Memories {1} | I am thinking of the Springtime | | 36 | 20 |
| 450: Memory's Mansion | In Memory's Mansion are wonderful rooms, | | 32 | 7 |
| 451: Memory's River | In Nature's bright blossoms not always reposes | | 40 | 4 |
| 452: Men Of The Sea | Many the songs of the brave boys sent | | 42 | 14 |
| 453: Mesalliance. | I am troubled to-night with a curious pain; | | 30 | 4 |
| 454: Met | How odd and strange seems our meeting | | 36 | 13 |
| 455: Midsummer | After the May time, and after the June time, | | 28 | 9 |
| 456: Midsummer. | After the May time, and after the June time | | 28 | 15 |
| 457: Mirage | When the beautiful mountain ash is turning - | | 36 | 16 |
| 458: Mission | If you are sighing for a lofty work, | | 20 | 21 |
| 459: Mistakes | God sent us here to make mistakes, | | 20 | 12 |
| 460: Mobilisation | Oh the Kings of earth have mobilised their men. | | 20 | 7 |
| 461: Mockery. | Why do we grudge our sweets so to the living | | 12 | 10 |
| 462: Momus, God Of Laughter | Though with gods the world is cumbered, | | 34 | 8 |
| 463: Momus, God Of Laughter. | Though with gods the world is cumbered, | | 34 | 17 |
| 464: Monday | Awake! arise! Cast off thy drowsy dreams! | | 6 | 8 |
| 465: More Fortunate | I hold that life more fortunate by far | | 14 | 9 |
| 466: Morning Prayer | Let me to-day do something that shall take | | 16 | 21 |
| 467: Most Blest Is He | Most blest is he who in the morning time | | 25 | 4 |
| 468: Music In The Flat | When Tom and I were married, we took a little flat; | | 30 | 15 |
| 469: My Faith | My faith is rooted in no written creed; | | 36 | 15 |
| 470: My Flower Room | My Flower Room is such a little place, | | 55 | 10 |
| 471: My Friend. | When first I looked upon the face of Pain | | 14 | 5 |
| 472: My Heaven | Unhoused in deserts of accepted thought, | | 24 | 14 |
| 473: My Heritage. | I into life so full of love was sent | | 24 | 7 |
| 474: My Home | This is the place that I love the best, | | 30 | 21 |
| 475: My Ships | If all the ships I have at sea | | 30 | 8 |
| 476: Neutral | That pale word 'Neutral' sits becomingly | | 15 | 10 |
| 477: Never Mind | Whatever your work and whatever its worth, | | 24 | 13 |
| 478: New And Old. | I and new love, in all its living bloom, | | 14 | 8 |
| 479: New Year | The year like a ship in the distance | | 40 | 15 |
| 480: New Year | Know this! there is nothing can harm you | | 8 | 10 |
| 481: New Year | New Year, I look straight in your eyes - | | 32 | 11 |
| 482: New Year | The night is cold, the hour is late, the world is bleak and drear | | 14 | 12 |
| 483: New Year Resolve | As the dead year is clasped by a dead December, | | 24 | 13 |
| 484: New Year's Day | When with clanging and with ringing | | 40 | 17 |
| 485: Night | As some dusk mother shields from all alarms | | 32 | 22 |
| 486: Night. | As some dusk mother shields from all alarms | | 32 | 4 |
| 487: Nirvana | A drop of water risen from the ocean | | 22 | 13 |
| 488: No Comfort | O mad with mirth are the birds to-day | | 28 | 10 |
| 489: No Place | When days grow long, and brain and hands grow weary, | | 20 | 6 |
| 490: No Song | These summer days when all the poets sing | | 12 | 18 |
| 491: No Spring | Up from the South come the birds that were banished, | | 36 | 13 |
| 492: No Spring. | Up from the South come the birds that were banished, | | 36 | 6 |
| 493: Noblesse Oblige | I hold it the duty of one who is gifted | | 16 | 18 |
| 494: Noblesse Oblige. | I hold it the duty of one who is gifted, | | 16 | 7 |
| 495: Noon | As some contented bird doth coo | | 28 | 8 |
| 496: Not Anchored | My heart is like a ship that finds no rest, | | 12 | 21 |
| 497: Not Quite The Same. | Not quite the same the spring-time seems to me, | | 28 | 10 |
| 498: Nothing But Stones | I think I never passed so sad an hour, | | 40 | 13 |
| 499: Nothing But Stones. | I think I never passed so sad an hour, | | 36 | 6 |
| 500: Nothing New. | From the dawn of spring till the year grows hoary, | | 25 | 16 |
| 501: Nothing Remains | Nothing remains of unrecorded ages | | 32 | 5 |
| 502: Nothing Remains. | Nothing remains of unrecorded ages | | 33 | 9 |
| 503: Now | I leave with God to-morrow's where and how, | | 12 | 16 |
| 504: Now I Lay Me | When I pass from earth away, | | 22 | 11 |
| 505: Obstacles | There are no lions in the street; | | 12 | 10 |
| 506: Occupation | There must in heaven be many industries | | 45 | 5 |
| 507: Ode To The British Fleet | Invisible and silent' - Mystery | | 33 | 10 |
| 508: Oh, Poor, Sick World | Lord of all the Universe, when I think of YOU, | | 46 | 6 |
| 509: Old Age | The young see heaven - but to the old who wait | | 14 | 15 |
| 510: Old And New. | Long have the poets vaunted, in their lays, | | 20 | 15 |
| 511: Old Rhythm And Rhyme | They tell me new methods now govern the Muses, | | 30 | 6 |
| 512: On Avon's Breast I Saw A Stately Swan | One day when England's June was at its best, | | 15 | 14 |
| 513: On Rainy Days | On rainy days old dreams arise, | | 24 | 19 |
| 514: On Seeing 'The House Of Julia' At Herculaneum | Not great Vesuvius, in all his ire, | | 14 | 14 |
| 515: On Seeing The Diabutsu - At Kamakura, Japan | Long have I searched, cathedral shrine, and hall, | | 14 | 6 |
| 516: One By One | Little by little and one by one, | | 30 | 13 |
| 517: One Night | Was it last summer, or ages gone, | | 24 | 8 |
| 518: Only A Glove | Only a glove that has touched her fingers, | | 20 | 14 |
| 519: Only A Line | Only a line in the paper, | | 24 | 12 |
| 520: Only A Simple Rhyme. | Only a simple rhyme of love and sorrow, | | 20 | 5 |
| 521: Only A Slight Flirtation | Twas just a slight flirtation, | | 28 | 15 |
| 522: Only Be Still | Only be still, and in the silence grow, | | 15 | 13 |
| 523: Only In Dreams | How strange are dreams. Last night I dreamed about you. | | 20 | 18 |
| 524: Opportunity | Send forth your heart's desire, and work and wait; | | 4 | 12 |
| 525: Our Atlas | Not Atlas, with his shoulders bent beneath the weighty world, | | 26 | 6 |
| 526: Our Petty Cares | Our petty cares wear on us so, - | | 12 | 14 |
| 527: Our Souls | Our souls should be vessels receiving | | 6 | 7 |
| 528: Over The Banisters. | Over the banisters bends a face, | | 28 | 9 |
| 529: Over The May Hill | All through the night time, and all through the day time, | | 32 | 5 |
| 530: Over The May Hill. | All through the night time, and all through the day time, | | 32 | 13 |
| 531: Pain's Purpose | How blind is he who prays that God will send | | 14 | 5 |
| 532: Pardoned Out | I'm pardoned out. Again the stars | | 32 | 7 |
| 533: Parting | Lean down, and kiss me, O my love, my own; | | 20 | 13 |
| 534: Passing The Buck | Whatever the task that comes your way, | | 14 | 7 |
| 535: Peace Should Not Come | Peace should not come along this foul, earth way. | | 22 | 10 |
| 536: Peek-A-Boo | The cunningest thing that a baby can do | | 26 | 12 |
| 537: Penalty. | Because of the fullness of what I had | | 16 | 8 |
| 538: Perfection | The leaf that ripens only in the sun | | 8 | 14 |
| 539: Perfectness. | All perfect things are saddening in effect. | | 14 | 13 |
| 540: Petition | God, may Thy loving Spirit work, | | 10 | 11 |
| 541: Philosophy. | At morn the wise man walked abroad, | | 8 | 9 |
| 542: Platonic | I knew it the first of the summer, | | 44 | 10 |
| 543: Platonic. | I knew it the first of the Summer - | | 44 | 6 |
| 544: Plea To Science | O Science, reaching backward through the distance, | | 40 | 10 |
| 545: Plea To Science. | O Science reaching backward through the distance, | | 40 | 14 |
| 546: Poems Of The Week | Lie still and rest, in that serene repose | | 42 | 7 |
| 547: Possession | That which we had we still possess, | | 24 | 11 |
| 548: Praise Day | Let us halt now for a space in our hurrying; | | 24 | 19 |
| 549: Prayer | I do not undertake to say | | 36 | 6 |
| 550: Prayer | Lean on thyself until thy strength is tried; | | 10 | 10 |
| 551: Prayer | Lord, let us pray. | | 31 | 8 |
| 552: Preaching vs. Practice | It is easy to sit in the sunshine | | 20 | 17 |
| 553: Preface to Maurine And Other Poems | I step across the mystic border-land, | | 30 | 10 |
| 554: Preface To Poems Of Cheer | I step across the mystic border-land, | | 30 | 13 |
| 555: Preface to The Englishman and Other Poems - The Queen's Last Ride | The Queen is taking a drive to-day, | | 26 | 7 |
| 556: Preparation | We must not force events, but rather make | | 40 | 7 |
| 557: Preparation | We must not force events, but rather make | | 40 | 8 |
| 558: Presentiment | As unseen spheres cast shadows on the Earth | | 24 | 8 |
| 559: Presumption | Whenever I am prone to doubt or wonder - | | 24 | 14 |
| 560: Progress | There is no progress in the world of bees, | | 14 | 10 |
| 561: Progress. | Let there be many windows to your soul, | | 25 | 15 |
| 562: Progression | To each progressive soul there comes a day | | 14 | 10 |
| 563: Protest | To sit in silence when we should protest | | 26 | 9 |
| 564: Protest | To sit in silence when we should protest | | 26 | 5 |
| 565: Queries. | Well, how has it been with you since we met | | 36 | 5 |
| 566: Rangoon | Just a changing sea of colour | | 7 | 12 |
| 567: Read At The Benefit Of Clara Morris (America's Great Emotional Actress) | The Radiant Rulers of Mystic Regions | | 49 | 6 |
| 568: Realisation | Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot; | | 105 | 11 |
| 569: Realisation (At The Old Homestead) | I tread the paths of earlier times | | 12 | 12 |
| 570: Red Carnations. | One time in Arcadie's fair bowers | | 28 | 10 |
| 571: Reflection | Twice have I seen God's full reflected grace. | | 8 | 13 |
| 572: Reform | The time has come when men with hearts and brains | | 8 | 10 |
| 573: Regret And Remorse | Regret with streaming eyes doth seem alway | | 8 | 9 |
| 574: Regret. | There is a haunting phantom called Regret, | | 14 | 8 |
| 575: Reincarnation | He slept as weary toilers do, | | 40 | 11 |
| 576: Remembered | His art was loving; Eres set his sign | | 14 | 8 |
| 577: Reminders | When in the early dawn I hear the thrushes, | | 20 | 13 |
| 578: Repetition | Over and over and over | | 15 | 11 |
| 579: Replies | You have lived long and learned the secret of life, O Seer! | | 25 | 8 |
| 580: Resolve. | Build on resolve, and not upon regret, | | 16 | 9 |
| 581: Respite | The mighty conflict, which we call existence, | | 20 | 6 |
| 582: Respite. | The mighty conflict, which we call existence, | | 20 | 9 |
| 583: Response. | I said this morning, as I leaned and threw | | 24 | 8 |
| 584: Resurrection | Pausing a moment ere the day was done, | | 14 | 6 |
| 585: Retrospection | I look down the lengthening distance | | 36 | 9 |
| 586: Returned Birds | My heart to-day is like a southern wood, | | 36 | 21 |
| 587: Reunited. | Let us begin, dear love, where we left off; | | 24 | 11 |
| 588: Reverie | The day has been wild and stormy, | | 28 | 14 |
| 589: Reward | Fate used me meanly; but I looked at her and laughed, | | 4 | 11 |
| 590: River And Sea | We stood by the river that swept | | 16 | 9 |
| 591: Robin's Mistake | What do you think Red Robin | | 32 | 17 |
| 592: Romney | Nay, Romney, nay - I will not hear you say | | 20 | 15 |
| 593: Rondeau | As you forgot I may forget, | | 15 | 10 |
| 594: Rubies | The crimson life-drops from a virgin heart | | 2 | 16 |
| 595: Sapphires | Lost rays of light that wandered off alone | | 4 | 13 |
| 596: Satiety | To yearn for what we have not had, to sit | | 8 | 12 |
| 597: Saturday | Now with the almost finished task make haste. | | 6 | 4 |
| 598: Science | Alone I climb the steep ascending path | | 45 | 10 |
| 599: Secrets. | Think not some knowledge rests with thee alone; | | 14 | 6 |
| 600: See? | If one proves weak who you fancied strong, | | 20 | 4 |
| 601: Seeking For Happiness | Seeking for happiness we must go slowly; | | 24 | 9 |
| 602: Separation | One decade and a half since first we came | | 71 | 10 |
| 603: September | My life's long radiant Summer halts at last, | | 14 | 9 |
| 604: Sestina | I wandered o'er the vast green plains of youth, | | 39 | 8 |
| 605: Sestina | I wandered o'er the vast green plains of youth, | | 39 | 14 |
| 606: Shadows | I am sorry in the gladness | | 24 | 15 |
| 607: Show Me The Way. | Show me the way that leads to the true life. | | 24 | 5 |
| 608: Shrines | About a holy shrine or sacred place, | | 16 | 6 |
| 609: Simple Creeds | If this were our creed it were creed enough | | 24 | 21 |
| 610: Sirius | Since Sirius crossed the Milky Way | | 48 | 16 |
| 611: Sisters Of Mine | Sisters, sisters of mine, have we done what we could | | 16 | 6 |
| 612: Sleep's Treachery | As the grey twilight, tiptoed down the deep | | 14 | 17 |
| 613: Slipping Away | Slipping away - slipping away! | | 24 | 7 |
| 614: Slipping Away. | Slipping away - slipping away! | | 24 | 9 |
| 615: Smiles | Smile a little, smile a little, | 1896 | 32 | 16 |
| 616: Smiles | Smile a little, smile a little, | | 32 | 8 |
| 617: Smoke | Last summer, lazing by the sea, | | 28 | 9 |
| 618: Snowed Under | Of a thousand things that the Year snowed under - | | 34 | 11 |
| 619: Snowed Under. | Of a thousand things that the Year snowed under - | | 36 | 9 |
| 620: So Long | The dawn grows red in the eastern sky, | | 25 | 6 |
| 621: Solitude | Laugh, and the world laughs with you: | | 30 | 21 |
| 622: Solitude. | Laugh, and the world laughs with you; | | 24 | 23 |
| 623: Song | O praise me not with your lips, dear one! | | 20 | 4 |
| 624: Song Of The Aviator | You may thrill with the speed of your thoroughbred steed, | | 21 | 6 |
| 625: Song Of The Rail | Oh, an ugly thing is an iron rail, | | 24 | 12 |
| 626: Song Of The Road | I am a Road; a good road, fair and smooth and broad; | | 30 | 12 |
| 627: Song Of The Spirit | All the aim of life is just | | 24 | 19 |
| 628: Song. (Excerpt from "Maurine") | O thou, mine other, stronger part! | | 21 | 4 |
| 629: Song. (Excerpt from "Maurine") | O praise me not with your lips, dear one! | | 20 | 9 |
| 630: Songs From The Turret. (From "Three Women") | In the day my thoughts are tender | | 371 | 13 |
| 631: Songs Of A Country Home | Who has not felt his heart leap up, and glow | | 48 | 6 |
| 632: Songs Of Love And The Sea | When first we met (the Sea and I), | | 58 | 13 |
| 633: Sonnet. | Methinks ofttimes my heart is like some bee | | 14 | 9 |
| 634: Sorrow's Uses | The uses of sorrow I comprehend | 1896 | 16 | 20 |
| 635: Sorrow's Uses | The uses of sorrow I comprehend | | 16 | 11 |
| 636: Sorry | There is much that makes me sorry as I journey down life's way. | 1896 | 24 | 13 |
| 637: Sorry | There is much that makes me sorry as I journey down life's way, | | 24 | 15 |
| 638: Speak | Obscured the sun, the world is dark; | | 21 | 6 |
| 639: Spectres | How terrible these nights are when alone | | 28 | 23 |
| 640: Spirit Of A Great Control | Spirit of a Great Control, | | 24 | 9 |
| 641: Strength | Who is the strong? Not he who puts to test | | 16 | 14 |
| 642: Success | As we gaze up life's slope, as we gaze | | 40 | 15 |
| 643: Summer Dreams | When the Summer sun is shining, | | 30 | 21 |
| 644: Summer's Farewell | All in the time when Earth did most deplore | | 27 | 13 |
| 645: Sun Shadows | There never was success so nobly gained, | | 12 | 51 |
| 646: Sunday | Lie still and rest, in that serene repose | | 6 | 6 |
| 647: Sunset. | I saw the day lean o'er the world's sharp edge | | 8 | 19 |
| 648: Swimming Song | I am coming, coming to thee, | | 24 | 58 |
| 649: Sympathy | Is the way hard and thorny, oh, my brother? | | 26 | 16 |
| 650: Ten Thousand Men A Day | All the world was wearying, | | 40 | 7 |
| 651: Thank God For Life | Thank God for life, in such an age as this, | | 20 | 14 |
| 652: Thanksgiving | We walk on starry fields of white | 1896 | 40 | 17 |
| 653: Thanksgiving | We walk on starry fields of white | | 40 | 11 |
| 654: Thanksgiving | Thanksgiving for the strong armed day, | | 25 | 13 |
| 655: The Age Of Motored Things | The wonderful age of the world I sing - | | 24 | 8 |
| 656: The All-Creative Spark | Pain can go guised as joy, dross pass for gold, | | 30 | 13 |
| 657: The Answer | Up to the gates of gleaming Pearl, | | 41 | 6 |
| 658: The Arrival | What do I hear at the window? | | 24 | 20 |
| 659: The Awakening | I love the tropics, where sun and rain | | 32 | 8 |
| 660: The Awakening | I said, 'I will place my heart, my heart all broken, | | 24 | 9 |
| 661: The Beautiful Blue Danube. | They drift down the hall together; | | 40 | 8 |
| 662: The Beautiful Land Of Nod. | Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, | | 28 | 8 |
| 663: The Betrothal | There was a little pause between the dances; | | 14 | 5 |
| 664: The Birth Of Jealousy | With brooding mien and sultry eyes, | | 50 | 3 |
| 665: The Black Sheep | Black sheep, black sheep, have you any wool? | | 49 | 6 |
| 666: The Blasphemy Of Guns | There must be lonely moments when God feels | | 50 | 4 |
| 667: The Brave Highland Laddies | I had seen our splendid soldiers in their khaki uniforms, | | 40 | 14 |
| 668: The Breaking Of Chains | Between the ringing of bells and the musical clang of chimes | | 20 | 11 |
| 669: The Bridal Eve | I stand in the blaze of the candle rays, | | 42 | 13 |
| 670: The Bridal Kiss | As fleecy clouds trail back across the skies, | | 14 | 11 |
| 671: The Call | All wantonly in hours of joy, | | 10 | 13 |
| 672: The Call | In the banquet hall of Progress | | 22 | 9 |
| 673: The Captive | My lady is robed for the ball to-night, | | 24 | 10 |
| 674: The Choosing Of Esther (From The Drama Of Mizpah) | Tell me thy name! | | 95 | 11 |
| 675: The Chosen | They stood before the Angel at the gate; | | 24 | 25 |
| 676: The Christian's New Year Prayer. | Thou Christ of mine, thy gracious ear low bending | | 20 | 11 |
| 677: The Coming Man | Oh! not for the great departed, | | 40 | 6 |
| 678: The Common Lot. | It is a common fate - a woman's lot | | 28 | 11 |
| 679: The Convention | From the Queen Bee mother, the mother Beast, and the mother Fowl in the fen, | | 29 | 9 |
| 680: The Coquette. | Alone she sat with her accusing heart, | | 16 | 14 |
| 681: The Cost | God finished woman in the twilight hour | | 50 | 11 |
| 682: The Creed To Be | Our thoughts are molding unmade spheres, | 1896 | 32 | 16 |
| 683: The Creed To Be | Our thoughts are moulding unmade spheres, | | 32 | 6 |
| 684: The Creed. | Whoever was begotten by pure love, | | 16 | 6 |
| 685: The Crimes Of Peace | Musing upon the tragedies of earth, | | 50 | 11 |
| 686: The Cure | You may talk of reformations, of the Economic Plan, | | 36 | 9 |
| 687: The Cusine | The woman who looks upon man as a sinner | | 28 | 10 |
| 688: The Deadliest Sin | There are not many sins when once we sift them. | | 51 | 15 |
| 689: The Decadent | Among the virile hosts he passed along, | | 14 | 15 |
| 690: The Depths | Not only sun-kissed heights are fair. Below | | 15 | 10 |
| 691: The Duel | Oh many a duel the world has seen | 1896 | 40 | 16 |
| 692: The Duet. | I was smoking a cigarette; | | 42 | 6 |
| 693: The Earth | The earth is yours and mine, | | 12 | 19 |
| 694: The Earth | To build a house, with love for architect, | | 35 | 9 |
| 695: The Edict Of The Sex | Two thousand years had passed since Christ was born, | | 55 | 8 |
| 696: The Empty Bowl | I held the golden vessel of my soul | | 14 | 10 |
| 697: The End Of The Summer | The birds laugh loud and long together | | 44 | 10 |
| 698: The Engine. | Into the gloom of the deep, dark night, | | 32 | 8 |
| 699: The Englishman | Born in the flesh, and bred in the bone, | | 24 | 11 |
| 700: The Eternal Now | Time with his back against the mighty wall, | | 8 | 17 |
| 701: The Eternal Will | There is no thing we cannot overcome | | 24 | 13 |
| 702: The Faith We Need | Too tall our structures, and too swift our pace; | | 26 | 7 |
| 703: The Falling Of Thrones | Above the din of commerce, above the clamour and rattle | | 16 | 12 |
| 704: The Farewell Of Clarimonde. | Adieu, Romauld! But thou canst not forget me. | | 32 | 12 |
| 705: The Fire Brigade | Hark! high o'er the rattle and clamour and clatter | | 32 | 11 |
| 706: The Foolish Elm | The bold young Autumn came riding along | | 40 | 10 |
| 707: The Forecast | It may be that I dreamed a dream; it may be that I saw | | 26 | 7 |
| 708: The German Fleet | Lie down, and let the billows hide your shame, | | 14 | 14 |
| 709: The Ghost | Through the open door of dreamland | | 40 | 13 |
| 710: The Ghosts | There was no wind, and yet the air | | 36 | 28 |
| 711: The Giddy Girl | A giddy young maiden with nimble feet, | | 37 | 13 |
| 712: The Girl Of The U.S.A. | Oh! the maidens of France are certainly fine, | | 24 | 11 |
| 713: The Goal | All your wonderful inventions, | | 36 | 13 |
| 714: The Goal | All roads that lead to God are good; | | 30 | 8 |
| 715: The Gossips | A rose in my garden, the sweetest and fairest, | | 52 | 8 |
| 716: The Gossips | A rose in my garden, the sweetest and fairest, | | 52 | 8 |
| 717: The Graduates | I saw them beautiful, in fair array upon Commencement Day; | | 36 | 12 |
| 718: The Greater Love | Hear thou my prayer, great God of opulence; | | 24 | 12 |
| 719: The Gulf Stream | Skilled mariner, and counted sane and wise, | | 14 | 14 |
| 720: The Hammock's Complaint | Who thinks how desolate and strange | | 24 | 13 |
| 721: The Harp's Song | All day, all day in a calm like death | | 16 | 4 |
| 722: The Heights | I cried, 'Dear Angel, lead me to the heights, | | 30 | 16 |
| 723: The Hour | This is the world's stupendous hour - | | 30 | 17 |
| 724: The House Of Life | All wondering, and eager-eyed, within her portico | | 24 | 8 |
| 725: The Hymn Of The Republic | I have listened to the sighing of the burdened and the bound, | | 36 | 9 |
| 726: The Invisible Helpers | There are, there are | | 28 | 5 |
| 727: The Island Of Endless Play | Said Willie to Tom, 'Let us hie away | | 44 | 13 |
| 728: The Jealous Gods | Oh life is wonderful,' she said, | | 18 | 11 |
| 729: The Kettle | There's many a house of grandeur, | 1896 | 40 | 7 |
| 730: The Khaki Boys Who Were Not At The Front | Oh! it is not just the men who face the guns, | | 20 | 7 |
| 731: The Kingdom Of Love | In the dawn of the day when the sea and the earth | | 40 | 7 |
| 732: The Ladder | Unto each mortal who comes to earth | | 34 | 12 |
| 733: The Lady And The Dame | So, thou hast the art, good dame, thou swearest, | | 40 | 11 |
| 734: The Lady And The Dame | So thou hast the art, good dame, thou swearest, | | 40 | 7 |
| 735: The Land Between | Between the little Here and larger Yonder, | | 30 | 7 |
| 736: The Land Of Content | I set out for the Land of Content, | | 32 | 9 |
| 737: The Land Of Content. | I set out for the Land of Content, | | 32 | 16 |
| 738: The Land Of The Gone-Away-Souls | Oh! that is a beautiful land I wis, | | 30 | 11 |
| 739: The Last Dance | The wave of the ocean, the leaf of the wood, | | 18 | 5 |
| 740: The Law | The tide of love swells in me with such force, | | 28 | 25 |
| 741: The Law | The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun | | 40 | 8 |
| 742: The Law | When the great universe was wrought | | 8 | 6 |
| 743: The Leader To Be | What shall the leader be in that great day | | 40 | 8 |
| 744: The Little Go-Cart | It was long, long ago that a soul like a flower | | 20 | 11 |
| 745: The Little Lady Of The Bullock Cart | Now is the time when India is gay | | 24 | 5 |
| 746: The Little White Hearse | Somebody's baby was buried to-day - | | 25 | 7 |
| 747: The London 'Bobby' - A Tribute To The Policemen Of England's Capital | Here in my cosy corner, | | 32 | 11 |
| 748: The Lost Garden. | There was a fair green garden sloping | | 48 | 14 |
| 749: The Lullaby | When the long day leans to the twilight, | | 28 | 14 |
| 750: The Maniac | I saw them sitting in the shade; | | 64 | 8 |
| 751: The Masquerade | Look in the eyes of trouble with a smile, | | 8 | 19 |
| 752: The Meeting Of The Centuries | A curious vision on mine eyes unfurled | | 64 | 12 |
| 753: The Men-Made Gods | Said the Kaiser's god to the god of the Czar: | | 20 | 11 |
| 754: The Message | I have not the gift of vision, | | 64 | 8 |
| 755: The Messenger | She rose up in the early dawn, | | 56 | 9 |
| 756: The Mother's Kiss | Love breathed a secret to her listening heart, | | 14 | 11 |
| 757: The Muse And The Poet | The Muse said, Let us sing a little song | | 61 | 12 |
| 758: The Nameless | Unnumbered gods may unremembered die; | | 15 | 8 |
| 759: The Need Of The World | I know the need of the world, | | 45 | 7 |
| 760: The New Commandment | I heard a strange voice in the distance calling | | 20 | 13 |
| 761: The New Hawaiian Girl | 260 | | 14 | 15 |
| 762: The New Love | I thought my heart was death chilled, | | 24 | 9 |
| 763: The Night | Oh! give me the night, the dark, dark night, | | 28 | 18 |
| 764: The Ocean Of Song | In a land beyond sight or conceiving, | | 48 | 5 |
| 765: The Ocean Of Song | In a land beyond sight or conceiving, | | 48 | 12 |
| 766: The Old Wooden Cradle | Good-bye to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle | 1896 | 24 | 7 |
| 767: The Optimist | The fields were bleak and sodden. Not a wing | | 14 | 13 |
| 768: The Optimist | The fields were bleak and sodden. | | 14 | 11 |
| 769: The Other | All alone with my heart to-night | | 35 | 11 |
| 770: The Paean Of Peace | With ever some wrong to be righting, | | 40 | 11 |
| 771: The Past | Fling my past behind me, like a robe | | 14 | 11 |
| 772: The Past. | I fling my past behind me, like a robe | | 14 | 10 |
| 773: The Peace Angel | Angel of Peace, the hounds of war, | | 20 | 10 |
| 774: The Pendulum | Bound hand and foot in the pit I lie, | | 20 | 15 |
| 775: The Pessimist | The pessimistic locust, last to leaf, | | 2 | 8 |
| 776: The Phantom Ball | You remember the hall on the corner? | | 42 | 10 |
| 777: The Play | In the rosy light of my day's fair morning, | | 30 | 8 |
| 778: The Plough | If you listen you will hear, from east to west, | | 24 | 6 |
| 779: The Poet's Song | Oh, you who read some song that I have sung | | 12 | 8 |
| 780: The Poet's Theme | What is the explanation of the strange silence of American poets | | 35 | 12 |
| 781: The Poet's Theme | Why should the poet of these pregnant times | | 30 | 5 |
| 782: The Price He Paid | I said I would have my fling, | | 56 | 7 |
| 783: The Princess's Finger-Nail: A Tale Of Nonsense Land | All through the Castle of High-bred Ease, | | 60 | 4 |
| 784: The Punished | Not they who know the awful gibbet's anguish, | | 12 | 9 |
| 785: The Punished. | Not they who know the awful gibbet's anguish, | | 12 | 10 |
| 786: The Purpose | Over and over the task was set, | | 12 | 12 |
| 787: The Queen's Last Ride | The Queen is taking a drive to-day, | | 26 | 14 |
| 788: The Question | Beside us in our seeking after pleasures, | 1896 | 16 | 13 |
| 789: The Question | Beside us in our seeking after pleasures, | | 16 | 8 |
| 790: The Radiant Christ | Arise, O master artist of the age, | | 41 | 4 |
| 791: The Rainbow Of Promise | In the face of the sun are great thunderbolts hurled, | | 16 | 11 |
| 792: The Rape Of The Mist | High o'er the clouds a Sunbeam shone, | | 24 | 9 |
| 793: The Reason | Do you know what moves the tides | | 18 | 20 |
| 794: The Revealing Angels | Suddenly and without warning they came - | | 65 | 12 |
| 795: The Revolt Of Vashti (From The Drama Of Mizpah) | Is this the way to greet thy loving spouse, | | 82 | 7 |
| 796: The River | I am a river flowing from God's sea | 1896 | 26 | 20 |
| 797: The River | I am a river flowing from God's sea | | 26 | 17 |
| 798: The River Of Sleep | There are curious isles in the River of Sleep, | | 30 | 14 |
| 799: The Saddest Hour. | The saddest hour of anguish and of loss | | 14 | 10 |
| 800: The Salt Sea-Wind | When Venus, mother and maker of blisses, | | 16 | 8 |
| 801: The Search | The rain falls long, and the rain falls light, | | 32 | 12 |
| 802: The Second Coming | How will Christ come back again, | | 48 | 8 |
| 803: The Secret Of Prayer | This is the secret of all prayers | | 18 | 13 |
| 804: The Ship And The Boat | In the great ship Life we speed along, | | 28 | 6 |
| 805: The Signboard | I will paint you a sign, rumseller, | | 48 | 12 |
| 806: The Silent Tragedy | The deepest tragedies of life are not | | 65 | 13 |
| 807: The Song Of The Allies | We are the Allies of God to-day, | | 24 | 12 |
| 808: The Sonnet | Alone it stands in Poesy's fair land, | | 14 | 11 |
| 809: The Sonnet. | Alone it stands in Poesy's fair land, | | 14 | 14 |
| 810: The Speech Of Silence. | The solemn Sea of Silence lies between us; | | 24 | 11 |
| 811: The Spinster | Here are the orchard trees all large with fruit; | | 62 | 8 |
| 812: The Spirit Of Great Joan | Back of each soldier who fights for France, | | 32 | 8 |
| 813: The Spur | I asked the rock beside the road what joy existence lent. | | 16 | 15 |
| 814: The Squanderer | God gave him passions, splendid as the sun, | | 14 | 12 |
| 815: The Statue | A granite rock in the mountain side | | 32 | 8 |
| 816: The Statue | A granite rock in the mountain side | | 32 | 6 |
| 817: The Stevedores | We are the army stevedores, lusty and virile and strong, | | 18 | 6 |
| 818: The Story. | They met each other in the glade - | | 45 | 17 |
| 819: The Structure | Upon the wreckage of thy yesterday | | 10 | 12 |
| 820: The Suicide | Vast was the wealth I carried in life's pack - | | 64 | 15 |
| 821: The Suitors | There is a little Bungalow | | 24 | 8 |
| 822: The Summer Girl | She's the jauntiest of creatures, she's the daintiest of misses, | | 28 | 9 |
| 823: The Superwoman | What will the superwoman be, of whom we sing - | | 49 | 10 |
| 824: The Swan Of Dijon | I was in Dijon when the war's wild blast | | 20 | 8 |
| 825: The Sword | Amidst applauding cheers I won a prize. | | 11 | 5 |
| 826: The Tavern Of Last Times (At Box Hill, Surrey) | A modern hour from London (as we spin | | 14 | 12 |
| 827: The Tendril's Faith | Under the snow in the dark and the cold, | 1896 | 24 | 17 |
| 828: The Tendril's Fate | Under the snow, in the dark and the cold, | | 24 | 11 |
| 829: The Things That Count | Now, dear, it isn't the bold things, | | 24 | 12 |
| 830: The Tides | Be careful what rubbish you toss in the tide. | | 12 | 13 |
| 831: The Tides | Oh, vain is the stern protesting | | 48 | 14 |
| 832: The Tiger. | In the still jungle of the senses lay | | 15 | 7 |
| 833: The Times | The times are not degenerate. Man's faith | 1896 | 18 | 11 |
| 834: The Times | The times are not degenerate. Man's faith | | 18 | 8 |
| 835: The Tower-Room | There is a room serene and fair, | | 24 | 22 |
| 836: The Traveled Man | Sometimes I wish the railroads all were torn out, | 1896 | 28 | 15 |
| 837: The Traveller | Bristling with steeples, high against the hill, | | 25 | 22 |
| 838: The Traveller | Who travels alone with his eyes on the heights, | | 18 | 8 |
| 839: The Trinity | Much may be done with the world we are in, | | 44 | 18 |
| 840: The Trio. | We love but once. The great gold orb of light | | 16 | 15 |
| 841: The Trip To Mars | Oh! by and by we shall hear the cry, | | 36 | 12 |
| 842: The Truth Teller | The Truth Teller lifts the curtain, | | 32 | 8 |
| 843: The Tryst | Just when all hope had perished in my soul, | 1896 | 48 | 8 |
| 844: The Tulip Bed At Greeley Square | You know that oasis, fresh and fair | 1896 | 28 | 12 |
| 845: The Two Ages | On great cathedral window I have seen | | 45 | 15 |
| 846: The Two Ages | On a great cathedral window I have seen | | 45 | 11 |
| 847: The Two Glasses | There sat two glasses, filled to the brim, | | 50 | 11 |
| 848: The Two Glasses. | There sat two glasses filled to the brim, | | 50 | 6 |
| 849: The Unattained | A vision beauteous as the morn, | | 36 | 13 |
| 850: The Unattained. | A vision beauteous as the morn, | | 36 | 13 |
| 851: The Under-Tone | In the dull, dim dawn of day I heard | | 28 | 13 |
| 852: The Undertone | When I was very young I used to feel the dark despairs of youth; | | 28 | 12 |
| 853: The Undiscovered Country | Man has explored all countries and all lands, | 1896 | 14 | 10 |
| 854: The Undiscovered Country | Man has explored all countries and all lands, | | 14 | 11 |
| 855: The Universal Route | As we journey along, with a laugh and a song, | 1896 | 16 | 19 |
| 856: The Universal Route | As we journey along, with a laugh and a song, | | 16 | 11 |
| 857: The Unwed Mother To The Wife | I had been almost happy for an hour, | | 56 | 12 |
| 858: The Valley Of Fear | In the journey of life, as we travel along | | 35 | 13 |
| 859: The Voice | I dreamed a Voice, of one God-authorised, | | 50 | 7 |
| 860: The Voice Of The Voiceless | I am the voice of the voiceless; | | 88 | 11 |
| 861: The Voices Of The City | The voices of the city - merged and swelled | | 65 | 10 |
| 862: The Voices Of The People | Oh! I hear the people calling through the day time and the night time, | | 18 | 11 |
| 863: The Voluptuary. | Oh, I am sick of love reciprocated, | | 32 | 12 |
| 864: The Watcher | She gave her soul and body for a carriage, | | 20 | 8 |
| 865: The Watcher | I think I hear the sound of horses feet | | 24 | 10 |
| 866: The Way | However certain of the way thou art, | | 24 | 16 |
| 867: The Way | Between the finite and the infinite | | 13 | 15 |
| 868: The Weed | A weed is but an unloved flower! | | 10 | 10 |
| 869: The Well-Born | So many people - people - in the world; | | 44 | 12 |
| 870: The Wheel Of The Breast. | Through rivers of veins on the nameless quest | | 33 | 12 |
| 871: The White Man | Wherever the white man's feet have trod | | 21 | 6 |
| 872: The Winds Of Fate | One ship drives east and another drives west, | | 10 | 14 |
| 873: The Wish | Should some great angel say to me to-morrow, | | 8 | 18 |
| 874: The Wish | Should some great angel say to me to-morrow, | | 8 | 12 |
| 875: The Word | Oh, a word is a gem, or a stone, or a song, | | 20 | 7 |
| 876: The Worker And The Work | In what I do I note the marring flaw, | | 40 | 22 |
| 877: The World Grows Better | Oh! the earth is full of sinning | | 40 | 10 |
| 878: The World's Need | So many gods, so many creeds, | 1896 | 4 | 13 |
| 879: The World's Need | So many gods, so many creeds, | | 4 | 9 |
| 880: The World-Child | At times I am the mother of the world; | | 28 | 12 |
| 881: The Year | What can be said in New Year rhymes, | | 12 | 13 |
| 882: The Year Outgrows The Spring. | The year outgrows the spring it thought so sweet, | | 24 | 8 |
| 883: The Year. | What can be said in New Year rhymes, | | 12 | 7 |
| 884: The Yellow-Covered Almanac | I left the farm when mother died and changed my place of dwelling | | 30 | 17 |
| 885: The Younger Born | We are the little daughters of Time and the World his wife, | | 64 | 10 |
| 886: Their Faces | O Beautiful white Angels! who control | | 22 | 7 |
| 887: Then And Now | A little time agone, a few brief years, | | 49 | 3 |
| 888: There Is No Death, There Are No Dead | There is no death, there are no dead. | | 28 | 8 |
| 889: They Shall Not Win | Whatever the strength of our foes is now, | | 16 | 13 |
| 890: This Is My Task | When the whole world resounds with rude alarms | | 39 | 9 |
| 891: Thought-Magnets | With each strong thought, with every earnest longing | 1896 | 12 | 18 |
| 892: Thought-Magnets | With each strong thought, with every earnest longing | | 12 | 9 |
| 893: Thoughts | Thoughts do not need the wings of words | | 8 | 14 |
| 894: Thoughts On Leaving Japan | A changing medley of insistent sounds, | | 30 | 6 |
| 895: Three At The Opera | Last night the house was crowded. Were you there? | | 28 | 19 |
| 896: Three Friends | Of all the blessings which my life has known, | | 24 | 12 |
| 897: Three Friends | Of all the blessings which my life has known, | | 24 | 12 |
| 898: Three Souls | Three Souls there were that reached the Heavenly Gate, | | 48 | 12 |
| 899: Three Things | Know this, ye restless denizens of earth, | | 9 | 10 |
| 900: Three Women | My love is young, so young; | | 20 | 18 |
| 901: Three Women. | A dull little station, a man with the eye | | 3532 | 11 |
| 902: Through Dim Eyes | Is it the world, or my eyes, that are sadder? | | 28 | 15 |
| 903: Through Tears | An artist toiled over his pictures; | | 40 | 16 |
| 904: Through Tears. | An artist toiled over his pictures; | | 40 | 15 |
| 905: Through The Valley. | As I came through the Valley of Despair, | | 21 | 5 |
| 906: Thursday | So well the week has sped, hast thou a friend, | | 6 | 7 |
| 907: Thy Ship | Hadst thou a ship, in whose vast hold lay stored | 1896 | 29 | 14 |
| 908: Thy Ship | Hadst thou a ship, in whose vast hold lay stored | | 29 | 8 |
| 909: Time And Love. | Time flies. The swift hours hurry by | | 24 | 11 |
| 910: Time Enough | I know it is early morning, | | 24 | 8 |
| 911: Time's Defeat | Time has made conquest of so many things | | 26 | 5 |
| 912: Time's Gaze | Time looked me in the eyes while passing by | | 30 | 18 |
| 913: Time's Hymn Of Hate | Oh, boastful, wicked land, that once was beautiful and great, | | 26 | 9 |
| 914: Tired. | I am tired to-night, and something, | | 24 | 10 |
| 915: To An Astrologer | Nay, seer, I do not doubt thy mystic lore, | 1896 | 36 | 15 |
| 916: To An Astrologer | Nay, seer, I do not doubt thy mystic lore, | | 36 | 13 |
| 917: To Another Woman's Baby | I list your prattle, baby boy, | | 16 | 12 |
| 918: To Marry Or Not To Marry? A Girl's Reverie | Mother says, "Be in no hurry, | | 28 | 5 |
| 919: To The Teachers Of The Young | How large thy task, O teacher of the young, | | 6 | 12 |
| 920: To The West | Not to the crowded East, | | 30 | 10 |
| 921: To The West. | Not to the crowded East, | | 30 | 4 |
| 922: To The Women Of Australia | A toast to the splendid daughters | | 21 | 15 |
| 923: To-Day | I love this age of energy and force, | | 24 | 7 |
| 924: Together | We two in the fever, and fervour, and glow | | 24 | 19 |
| 925: Together | We two in the fever and fervour and glow | | 24 | 9 |
| 926: Transformation | She waited in a rose-hued room; | 1896 | 44 | 17 |
| 927: Trifles | Only a spar from a broken ship | | 20 | 7 |
| 928: True Brotherhood | God, what a world, if men in street and mart | | 4 | 7 |
| 929: True Culture. | The highest culture is to speak no ill; | | 11 | 21 |
| 930: Tuesday | Another morning's banners are unfurled - | | 6 | 15 |
| 931: Turquoise | A baby went to heaven while it slept, | | 4 | 46 |
| 932: Twin-Born. | He who possesses virtue at its best, | | 14 | 14 |
| 933: Two | As I sat in my opera box last night | | 25 | 11 |
| 934: Two | One leaned on velvet cushions like a queen - | | 20 | 13 |
| 935: Two Friends | One day Ambition, in his endless round, | | 36 | 5 |
| 936: Two Ghosts | Two dead men boarded a spectral ship | | 52 | 10 |
| 937: Two Men | So much one thought about the life beyond | | 20 | 18 |
| 938: Two Nights | One night was full of rapture and delight - | | 28 | 10 |
| 939: Two Rooms | One room is full of luxury, and dim | | 20 | 9 |
| 940: Two Roses | A humble wild-rose, pink and slender, | | 24 | 16 |
| 941: Two Sat Down | Two sat down in the morning time, | | 20 | 10 |
| 942: Two Sinners | There was a man, it was said one time, | | 28 | 6 |
| 943: Two Sunsets | In the fair morning of his life, | | 60 | 14 |
| 944: Two Sunsets. | In the fair morning of his life, | | 61 | 13 |
| 945: Two Voices | O wanton one, O wicked one, how was it that you came, | | 30 | 10 |
| 946: Two Women | I know two women, and one is chaste | | 20 | 17 |
| 947: Two. | One leaned on velvet cushions like a queen - | | 20 | 19 |
| 948: Un Rencontre | Now ought we to laugh or to weep - | | 30 | 9 |
| 949: Unanswered Prayers | Like some school master, kind in being stern, | 1896 | 32 | 19 |
| 950: Unanswered Prayers | Like some schoolmaster, kind in being stern, | | 32 | 8 |
| 951: Unconquered | However skilled and strong art thou, my foe, | | 14 | 11 |
| 952: Unconquered | However skilled and strong art thou, my foe, | | 14 | 15 |
| 953: Uncontrolled | The mighty forces of mysterious space | 1896 | 14 | 9 |
| 954: Under The Sheet | What a terrible night! Does the Night, I wonder - | | 32 | 18 |
| 955: Understood | I value more than I despise | | 12 | 5 |
| 956: Unrest | In the youth of the year, when the birds were building, | | 32 | 6 |
| 957: Unrest. | In the youth of the year, when the birds were building, | | 32 | 5 |
| 958: Unsatisfied | The bird flies home to its young; | | 47 | 13 |
| 959: Upon The Sand. | All love that has not friendship for its base | | 14 | 9 |
| 960: Uselessness | Let mine not be that saddest fate of all | | 14 | 6 |
| 961: Uselessness. | Let mine not be that saddest fate of all | | 14 | 11 |
| 962: Vanity Fair | In Vanity Fair, as we bow and smile, | | 40 | 9 |
| 963: Veils | Veils, everywhere float veils; veils long and black, | | 41 | 12 |
| 964: Wail Of An Old-Timer | Each new invention doubles our worries an' our troubles, | | 20 | 14 |
| 965: Wanted - A Little Girl | Where have they gone to - the little girls | | 26 | 8 |
| 966: War | There is no picturesqueness and no glory, | | 42 | 69 |
| 967: War Mothers | There is something in the sound of drum and fife | | 76 | 15 |
| 968: Warned | They stood at the garden gate. | | 24 | 5 |
| 969: Warning | High in the heavens I saw the moon this morning, | | 14 | 10 |
| 970: Warning. | High in the heavens I saw the moon this morning, | | 4 | 13 |
| 971: Warp And Woof | Through the sunshine, and through the rain | | 36 | 23 |
| 972: Was, Is, And Yet-To-Be | Was, Is, and Yet-to-Be | | 32 | 11 |
| 973: We Must Send Them Out To Play | Now much there is need of doing must not be done in haste; | | 24 | 8 |
| 974: We Two | We two make home of any place we go; | | 24 | 11 |
| 975: Wednesday | Half-way unto the end - the week's high noon. | | 6 | 10 |
| 976: What Gain? | Now, while thy rounded cheek is fresh and fair, | | 30 | 10 |
| 977: What Gain? | Now, while thy rounded cheek is fresh and fair, | | 30 | 24 |
| 978: What Happens? | When thy hand touches mine, through all the mesh | | 14 | 13 |
| 979: What Have You Done? | What have you done, and what are you doing with life, O Man! | | 35 | 8 |
| 980: What Is Flirtation? | What is flirtation? Really, | | 24 | 11 |
| 981: What Is Right Living? | What is right living? Just to do your best | | 15 | 24 |
| 982: What Shall We Do? | Here now forevermore our lives must part. | | 20 | 10 |
| 983: What The Rain Saw | Winds of the summer time what are you saying, | | 24 | 15 |
| 984: What They Saw | Sad man, Sad man, tell me, pray, | | 54 | 9 |
| 985: What They Saw | Sad man, Sad man, tell me, pray, | | 34 | 13 |
| 986: What We Need | What does our country need? No armies standing | | 32 | 7 |
| 987: What We Needed. | What does our country need? Not armies standing | | 32 | 6 |
| 988: What We Want | All hail the dawn of a new day breaking, | | 32 | 17 |
| 989: What Would It Be? | Now what were the words of Jesus, | | 27 | 21 |
| 990: When Baby Souls Sail Out | When from our mortal vision | | 40 | 11 |
| 991: When Love Is Lost | When love is lost, the day sets towards the night, | | 15 | 9 |
| 992: When My Sweet Lady Sings | When she, my lady, smiles, | | 22 | 11 |
| 993: When The Regiment Came Back | All the uniforms were blue, all the swords were bright and new, | | 16 | 12 |
| 994: Wherefore? | Wherefore in dreams are sorrows borne anew, | | 24 | 8 |
| 995: Which | We are both of us sad at heart, | | 20 | 14 |
| 996: Which Are You? | There are two kinds of people on earth to-day; | 1896 | 20 | 17 |
| 997: Which Are You? | There are two kinds of people on earth to-day; | | 20 | 16 |
| 998: Who Is A Christian? | Who is a Christian in this Christian land | | 24 | 13 |
| 999: Why | Why do eyes that were tender, | | 24 | 10 |
| 1000: Why I Love Her | Why do I love my sweetheart? Well | | 20 | 22 |
| 1001: Why Should We Sigh | Why should we sigh o'er a summer that's dead - | | 20 | 13 |
| 1002: Widows | The world was widowed by the death of Christ: | | 73 | 9 |
| 1003: Will | You will be what you will to be; | 1896 | 20 | 10 |
| 1004: Will | There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, | | 14 | 13 |
| 1005: Will. | There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, | | 15 | 8 |
| 1006: Winter Rain | Falling upon the frozen world last | | 14 | 22 |
| 1007: Winter Rain. | Falling upon the frozen world last night, | | 14 | 10 |
| 1008: Wishes | Whatever you want, if you wish for it long, | | 24 | 17 |
| 1009: Wishes For A Little Girl | What would I ask the kindly fates to give | | 24 | 9 |
| 1010: Wishing | Do you wish the world were better? | | 24 | 16 |
| 1011: Woman | Strange are the ways that her feet have trod | | 64 | 15 |
| 1012: Woman To Man | You do but jest, sir, and you jest not well, | | 39 | 15 |
| 1013: Womanhood | She must be honest, both in thought and deed, | | 26 | 11 |
| 1014: Words | Words are great forces in the realm of life: | | 12 | 15 |
| 1015: Words And Thoughts | He said as he sat in her theatre box | | 30 | 7 |
| 1016: Worn Out | I saw a young heart in the grasp of pain; | | 24 | 15 |
| 1017: Worth Living | I know not what the future may hold, | | 20 | 22 |
| 1018: Worth While | It is easy enough to be pleasant | | 24 | 12 |
| 1019: Worthy The Name Of 'Sir Knight' | Sir Knight of the world's oldest order, | | 64 | 8 |
| 1020: You And To-Day | With every rising of the sun | | 16 | 11 |
| 1021: You Never Can Tell | You never can tell when you send a word, | | 24 | 13 |
| 1022: You Never Can Tell | You never can tell when you send a word, | | 24 | 18 |
| 1023: You Will Forget Me. | You will forget me. The years are so tender, | | 24 | 24 |
