| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: A Love Song | Oh haste, my Sweet! Impatient now I wait, | | 9 | 335 |
| 2: A Pagan Prayer | Lord of all Life! When my hours are done, | | 20 | 299 |
| 3: A Song | Love maketh its own summer time, | | 8 | 384 |
| 4: A Song | 0 heart of mine - if I were but a swallow | | 8 | 352 |
| 5: A Song Of Love | Love reckons not by time - its May days of delight | | 10 | 319 |
| 6: A Song Of Poppies | I love red poppies! Imperial red poppies! | | 16 | 331 |
| 7: A Song Of Roses | Tis time to sing of roses: of roses all ablow, | | 15 | 362 |
| 8: A Song Of Summer Days | As pearls slip off a silken string and fall into the sea, | | 6 | 393 |
| 9: A Southern Lullaby | Little honey baby, shet yo' eyes up tight; | | 28 | 362 |
| 10: April | April! April! April! | | 16 | 411 |
| 11: At Dawn | Turn to thy window in the silver hour | | 8 | 336 |
| 12: At Midnight | Turn Thou the key upon our thoughts, dear Lord, | | 24 | 291 |
| 13: At The Play | Just above the boxes and where the high lights fall | | 24 | 320 |
| 14: Christmas | With all the little children, far and near, | | 24 | 418 |
| 15: Common-Wealth | Give thanks, my soul, for the things that are free! | | 18 | 285 |
| 16: Don Cupid | Oh! little pink and white god of love, | | 8 | 303 |
| 17: Gulls | When the mist drives past and the wind blows high, | | 25 | 323 |
| 18: Hallowe'en | Hark! Hark to the wind! 'Tis the night, they say, | | 15 | 363 |
| 19: Heaven | Not with the haloed saints would Heaven be | | 24 | 334 |
| 20: In Egypt | It was the Angel Azrael the Lord God sent below | | 190 | 317 |
| 21: In Solitude | He is not desolate whose ship is sailing | | 16 | 320 |
| 22: Jean De Breboeuf | As Jean de Breboeuf told his rosary | | 97 | 314 |
| 23: Kismet | Love came to her unsought, | | 20 | 313 |
| 24: Lilacs | In lonely gardens deserted - unseen | | 24 | 359 |
| 25: Nocturne | Infold us with thy peace, dear moon-lit night, | | 20 | 354 |
| 26: November | How like a hooded friar, bent and grey, | | 21 | 333 |
| 27: Paeans | Oh! I will hold fast to Joy! | | 20 | 380 |
| 28: Prairie | Where yesterday rolled long waves of gold | | 20 | 324 |
| 29: Request (To E. M.) | Sing me a song - a song to ease old sorrows, | | 28 | 320 |
| 30: Saints | The Saints of Thy great Church, 0 Christ, | | 30 | 347 |
| 31: Sea-Born | Afar in the turbulent city, | | 20 | 355 |
| 32: Sir Henry Irving | No more for thee the music and the lights, | 1905 | 28 | 315 |
| 33: The Angel | Down the white ward with slow, unswerving tread | | 40 | 336 |
| 34: The Call | Across the dusty, foot-worn street | | 24 | 332 |
| 35: The Climber | He stood alone on Fame's high mountain top, | | 28 | 338 |
| 36: The Crow | Hail, little herald! - Art thou then returning | | 32 | 345 |
| 37: The Daisy | An angel found a daisy where it lay | | 16 | 389 |
| 38: The Fairy Clock | Silver clock! O silver clock! tell to me the time o' day! | | 21 | 302 |
| 39: The Gleaner | As children gather daisies down green ways | | 20 | 336 |
| 40: The Harp | Across the wind-swept spaces of the sky | | 18 | 357 |
| 41: The Heart Courageous | Who hath a heart courageous | | 16 | 315 |
| 42: The Knight-Errant | Keen in his blood ran the old mad desire | | 40 | 379 |
| 43: The Lily-Pond | On this little pool where the sunbeams lie, | | 18 | 372 |
| 44: The Lonely Road | We used to fear the lonely road | | 42 | 312 |
| 45: The Miracle | Up from the templed city of the Jews, | | 116 | 317 |
| 46: The Opal Month | Now cometh October - a nut-brown maid, | | 24 | 349 |
| 47: The Petition | Sweet April! from out of the hidden place | | 20 | 365 |
| 48: The Robin | Little brown brother, up in the apple tree, | | 20 | 351 |
| 49: The Rover | Though I follow a trail to north or south, | | 30 | 351 |
| 50: The Sea-Shell | Oh, fairy palace of pink and pearl | | 10 | 373 |
| 51: The Shepherd Wind | When hills and plains are powdered white, | | 24 | 304 |
| 52: The Slumber Angel | When day is ended, and grey twilight flies | | 20 | 321 |
| 53: The Temple | Enter the temple beautiful! The house not made with hands! | | 30 | 323 |
| 54: The Toast | A toast to thee, 0 dear old year, | | 24 | 391 |
| 55: The Unknowing | If the bird knew how through the wintry weather | | 20 | 441 |
| 56: The Vision | Long had she knelt at the Madonna's shrine, | | 14 | 334 |
| 57: The Whistler | Throughout the sunny day he whistled on his way | | 37 | 317 |
| 58: To My Dear Brother Eldridge Stanton (Junior) | No tears for thee, no tears, or sighs, | | 4 | 366 |
| 59: When April Comes! | When April comes with softly shining eyes, | | 18 | 298 |
| 60: When Christmas Comes | For thee, my small one - trinkets and new toys, | | 30 | 298 |
