| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: A Dream. | I stood far off above the haunts of men | | 90 | 238 |
| 2: A Shadow. | The world to-day is radiant, as I ne'er | | 14 | 266 |
| 3: A Song of Dawn. | In the east a lightening; | | 12 | 271 |
| 4: A Song of Rest. | The world may rage without, | | 32 | 225 |
| 5: An Evening In October | Evening has thrown her hushing garment round | | 28 | 239 |
| 6: Anticipation. | Let us peer forward through the dusk of years | | 48 | 240 |
| 7: Barter | There is a long thin line of fading gold | | 48 | 218 |
| 8: Battle Song. | Clear sounds the call on high: | | 16 | 216 |
| 9: Content. | I have been wandering where the daisies grow, | | 42 | 235 |
| 10: Crows. | They stream across the fading western sky | | 14 | 258 |
| 11: Death. | If days should pass without a written word | | 60 | 220 |
| 12: Disappointment. | The light has left the hill-side. Yesterday | | 14 | 238 |
| 13: Doubt. | I do not know if all the fault be mine, | | 48 | 222 |
| 14: Dream-Song. | Cam'st thou not nigh to me | | 16 | 245 |
| 15: Echoes. | A breath | | 44 | 288 |
| 16: Eurydice. | Oh come, Eurydice! | | 60 | 213 |
| 17: Futurity. | What of our life when this frail flesh lies low | | 14 | 258 |
| 18: Gratitude. | There are some things, dear Friend, are easier far | | 48 | 217 |
| 19: Incompleteness. | Since first I met thee, Dear, and long before | | 60 | 224 |
| 20: Life's Joys. | I have been pondering what our teachers call | | 60 | 223 |
| 21: Loneliness. | Dear, I am lonely, for the bay is still | | 42 | 250 |
| 22: Misunderstanding. | Spring's face is wreathed in smiles. She had been driven | | 48 | 225 |
| 23: Noon. | No ripple stirs the water, | | 24 | 241 |
| 24: Parted. | My spirit holds you, Dear, | | 36 | 201 |
| 25: Pictures. | The full-orbed Paschal moon; dark shadows flung | | 29 | 217 |
| 26: Prayer. | I stood upon a hill, and watched the death | | 48 | 216 |
| 27: Revulsion. | I see the starting buds, I catch the gleam | | 42 | 208 |
| 28: Rondeau. - Brother And Friend. | Brother and friend I found thee in the hour | | 15 | 262 |
| 29: Rondeau. - For Our Love's Sake. | For our Love's sake I bid thee stay, | | 15 | 234 |
| 30: Rondeau. - I Will Forget. | I will forget those days of mingled bliss | | 15 | 225 |
| 31: Rondeau. - It Might Have Been. | It might have been so different a year | | 15 | 234 |
| 32: Rondeau. - Pourquoi? | Pourquoi," she breathed, then drooped her head, | | 15 | 217 |
| 33: Rondeau. - When Summer Comes. | When summer comes, and when o'er hill and lea | | 15 | 242 |
| 34: Sea-Song. | A dash of spray, A weed-browned way, - | | 32 | 239 |
| 35: Sea-Song. | It sings to me, it sings to me, | | 20 | 228 |
| 36: Shadow Song. | The night is long And there are no stars, - | | 14 | 241 |
| 37: Slack Tide. | My boat is still in the reedy cove | | 28 | 220 |
| 38: Song | Where is the waiting-time? | | 8 | 227 |
| 39: Song. | If I had known | | 12 | 245 |
| 40: Song. | | | 12 | 233 |
| 41: Song. | I have known a thousand pleasures, | | 8 | 206 |
| 42: Song. | Red gleams the mountain ridge, | | 12 | 233 |
| 43: Song. | Deep in the green bracken lying, | | 8 | 222 |
| 44: Song. | Low laughed the Columbine, | | 21 | 218 |
| 45: Song. | Joy came in youth as a humming-bird, | | 15 | 216 |
| 46: Soothing. | I aimless wandered thro' the woods, and flung | | 20 | 239 |
| 47: There Is No God. | There is no God? If one should stand at noon | | 14 | 248 |
| 48: To-Morrow. | But one short night between my Love and me! | | 48 | 220 |
| 49: Tout Pour L'Amour. | The world may rage without, | | 32 | 225 |
| 50: Triumph. | The sky, grown dull through many waiting days, | | 14 | 246 |
| 51: Weariness. | This April sun has wakened into cheer | | 42 | 209 |
