| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: Afternoon On A Hill | I will be the gladdest thing | | 12 | 170 |
| 2: Alms | My heart is what it was before, | | 28 | 155 |
| 3: Ashes Of Life | Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; | | 12 | 198 |
| 4: Assault | I had forgotten how the frogs must sound | | 9 | 155 |
| 5: Blight | Hard seeds of hate I planted | | 30 | 132 |
| 6: Burial | Mine is a body that should die at sea! | | 8 | 123 |
| 7: City Trees | The trees along this city street, | | 12 | 160 |
| 8: Daphne | Why do you follow me? | | 9 | 175 |
| 9: Dirge | Boys and girls that held her dear, | | 12 | 125 |
| 10: Doubt No More That Oberon | Doubt no more that Oberon | | 16 | 122 |
| 11: Ebb | I know what my heart is like | | 7 | 163 |
| 12: Eel-Grass | No matter what I say, | | | 140 |
| 13: Elaine | OH, come again to Astolat! | | 20 | 116 |
| 14: Elegy | Let them bury your big eyes | | 38 | 132 |
| 15: Elegy Before Death | There will be rose and rhododendron | | 20 | 167 |
| 16: Epitaph | Heap not on this mound | | 6 | 129 |
| 17: Exiled | Searching my heart for its true sorrow, | | 36 | 129 |
| 18: First Fig | My candle burns at both ends; | | 4 | 187 |
| 19: God's World | O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! | | 14 | 153 |
| 20: Grown-up | Was it for this I uttered prayers, | | | 172 |
| 21: Indifference | I said,--for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come, | | 8 | 120 |
| 22: Inland | People that build their houses inland, | | 16 | 124 |
| 23: Interim | The room is full of you!--As I came in | | 211 | 129 |
| 24: Journey | Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass | | 33 | 188 |
| 25: Kin To Sorrow | Am I kin to Sorrow, | | 16 | 135 |
| 26: Lament | Listen, children: | | 22 | 145 |
| 27: Low-Tide | These wet rocks where the tide has been, | | 12 | 164 |
| 28: Macdougal Street | As I went walking up and down to take the evening air, | | 20 | 154 |
| 29: Mariposa | Butterflies are white and blue | | 13 | 143 |
| 30: Memorial To D. C. | Oh, loveliest throat of all sweet throats, | | 4 | 136 |
| 31: Midnight Oil | Cut if you will, with Sleep's dull knife, | | 4 | 154 |
| 32: Ode To Silence | Aye, but she? | | 199 | 155 |
| 33: Passer Mortuus Est | Death devours all lovely things; | | 12 | 137 |
| 34: Pastoral | If it were only still! | | 19 | 151 |
| 35: Portrait by a Neighbor | Before she has her floor swept | | 20 | 141 |
| 36: Prayer To Persephone | Be to her, Persephone, | | 24 | 118 |
| 37: Recuerdo | We were very tired, we were very merry | | 18 | 156 |
| 38: Renascence | All I could see from where I stood | | 214 | 157 |
| 39: Rosemary | For the sake of some things | | 18 | 117 |
| 40: Second Fig | Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: | | 2 | 150 |
| 41: She Is Overheard Singing | Oh, Prue she has a patient man, | | 40 | 145 |
| 42: Song Of A Second April | April this year, not otherwise | | 18 | 161 |
| 43: Songs Of Shattering I | The first rose on my rose-tree | | 8 | 129 |
| 44: Songs Of Shattering II | Let the little birds sing; | | 12 | 148 |
| 45: Songs Of Shattering III | All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree! | | 8 | 132 |
| 46: Sonnet I | Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,--no, | | 14 | 128 |
| 47: Sonnet I | Love, though for this you riddle me with darts, | | 14 | 144 |
| 48: Sonnet II | Time does not bring relief; you all have lied | | 14 | 168 |
| 49: Sonnet II | I think I should have loved you presently, | | 14 | 131 |
| 50: Sonnet III | Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring, | | 14 | 142 |
| 51: Sonnet III | Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow! | | 14 | 123 |
| 52: Sonnet IV | Not in this chamber only at my birth | | 14 | 138 |
| 53: Sonnet IV | I shall forget you presently, my dear, | | 14 | 131 |
| 54: Sonnet V | If I should learn, in some quite casual way, | | 14 | 167 |
| 55: Sonnet VI Bluebeard | This door you might not open, and you did; | | 14 | 159 |
| 56: Sonnets I | We talk of taxes, and I call you friend; | | 14 | 106 |
| 57: Sonnets II | Into the golden vessel of great song | | 14 | 118 |
| 58: Sonnets III | Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter | | 14 | 110 |
| 59: Sonnets IV | Only until this cigarette is ended, | | 14 | 132 |
| 60: Sonnets IX | Let you not say of me when I am old, | | 14 | 148 |
| 61: Sonnets V | Once more into my arid days like dew, | | 14 | 111 |
| 62: Sonnets VI | No rose that in a garden ever grew, | | 14 | 125 |
| 63: Sonnets VII | When I too long have looked upon your face, | | 14 | 110 |
| 64: Sonnets VIII | And you as well must die, beloved dust, | | 14 | 159 |
| 65: Sonnets X | Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this: | | 14 | 148 |
| 66: Sonnets XI | As to some lovely temple, tenantless | | 14 | 152 |
| 67: Sonnets XII | Cherish you then the hope I shall forget | | 14 | 158 |
| 68: Sorrow | Sorrow like a ceaseless rain | | 12 | 148 |
| 69: Spring | To what purpose, April, do you return again? | | 18 | 161 |
| 70: Tavern | I'll keep a little tavern | | 16 | 119 |
| 71: The Bean-Stalk | Ho, Giant! This is I! | | 49 | 124 |
| 72: The Blue-Flag In The Bog | God had called us, and we came; | | 172 | 121 |
| 73: The Death Of Autumn | When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes, | | 11 | 126 |
| 74: The Dream | Love, if I weep it will not matter, | | 16 | 131 |
| 75: The Little Ghost | I knew her for a little ghost | | 28 | 125 |
| 76: The Little Hill | OH, here the air is sweet and still, | | 20 | 141 |
| 77: The Merry Maid | Oh, I am grown so free from care | | 14 | 138 |
| 78: The Penitent | I had a little Sorrow, | | 24 | 139 |
| 79: The Philosopher | And what are you that, wanting you | | 16 | 141 |
| 80: The Poet And His Book | Down, you mongrel, Death! | | 120 | 116 |
| 81: The Prisoner | All right, | | 5 | 177 |
| 82: The Shroud | Death, I say, my heart is bowed | | 16 | 112 |
| 83: The Singing-Woman from the Wood's Edge | What should I be but a prophet and a liar, | | 36 | 137 |
| 84: The Suicide | Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! | | 139 | 118 |
| 85: The Unexplorer | There was a road ran past our house | | 6 | 141 |
| 86: Thursday | And if I loved you Wednesday, | | 8 | 181 |
| 87: To A Poet That Died Young | Minstrel, what have you to do | | 28 | 128 |
| 88: To Kathleen | Still must the poet as of old, | | 8 | 141 |
| 89: To S. M. | I am not willing you should go | | 9 | 131 |
| 90: To the Not Impossible Him | How shall I know, unless I go | | 12 | 153 |
| 91: Travel | The railroad track is miles away, | | 12 | 156 |
| 92: Weeds | White with daisies and red with sorrel | | 16 | 144 |
| 93: When The Year Grows Old | I cannot but remember | | 16 | 146 |
| 94: Wild Swans | I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over. | | 8 | 182 |
| 95: Witch-Wife | She is neither pink nor pale, | | 12 | 153 |
| 96: Wraith | Thin Rain, whom are you haunting, | | 26 | 139 |
