| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | "A Little Road Not Made Of Man," | A little road not made of man, | | 8 | 801 |
| 2: | "A Wounded Deer Leaps Highest," | A wounded deer leaps highest, | | 12 | 665 |
| 3: | "Alter? When The Hills Do." | Alter? When the hills do. | | 8 | 570 |
| 4: | "Angels In The Early Morning" | Angels in the early morning | | 8 | 836 |
| 5: | "As Children Bid The Guest Good-Night," | As children bid the guest good-night, | | 8 | 637 |
| 6: | "Belshazzar Had A Letter," | Belshazzar had a letter, | | 8 | 527 |
| 7: | "Delight Becomes Pictorial" | Delight becomes pictorial | | 8 | 531 |
| 8: | "Glee! The Great Storm Is Over!" | Glee! The great storm is over! | | 16 | 573 |
| 9: | "Have You Got A Brook In Your Little Heart," | Have you got a brook in your little heart, | | 16 | 666 |
| 10: | "I Asked No Other Thing," | I asked no other thing, | | 8 | 682 |
| 11: | "I Had No Time To Hate, Because" | I had no time to hate, because | | 8 | 764 |
| 12: | "I Have No Life But This," | I have no life but this, | | 8 | 715 |
| 13: | "I Know A Place Where Summer Strives" | I know a place where summer strives | | 12 | 560 |
| 14: | "I Taste A Liquor Never Brewed," | I taste a liquor never brewed, | | 16 | 594 |
| 15: | "If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking," | If I can stop one heart from breaking, | | 7 | 718 |
| 16: | "If I Should Die," | If I should die, And you should live, | | 18 | 757 |
| 17: | "If You Were Coming In The Fall," | If you were coming in the fall, | | 20 | 601 |
| 18: | "Is Heaven A Physician?" | Is Heaven a physician? | | 8 | 500 |
| 19: | "Much Madness Is Divinest Sense" | Much madness is divinest sense | | 8 | 569 |
| 20: | "New Feet Within My Garden Go," | New feet within my garden go, | | 8 | 624 |
| 21: | "On This Long Storm The Rainbow Rose," | On this long storm the rainbow rose, | | 12 | 580 |
| 22: | "One Dignity Delays For All," | One dignity delays for all, | | 16 | 514 |
| 23: | "Our Share Of Night To Bear" | Our share of night to bear, | | 8 | 564 |
| 24: | "Perhaps You'D Like To Buy A Flower?" | Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower? | | 10 | 675 |
| 25: | "Presentiment Is That Long Shadow On The Lawn" | Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn | | 4 | 545 |
| 26: | "Safe In Their Alabaster Chambers," | Safe in their alabaster chambers, | | 12 | 517 |
| 27: | "So Bashful When I Spied Her," | So bashful when I spied her, | | 12 | 564 |
| 28: | "The Bee Is Not Afraid Of Me," | The bee is not afraid of me, | | 8 | 733 |
| 29: | "The Brain Within Its Groove" | The brain within its groove | | 8 | 536 |
| 30: | "The Heart Asks Pleasure First," | The heart asks pleasure first, | | 8 | 532 |
| 31: | "The One That Could Repeat The Summer Day" | The one that could repeat the summer day | | 9 | 527 |
| 32: | "The Pedigree Of Honey" | The pedigree of honey | | 4 | 625 |
| 33: | "There's A Certain Slant Of Light," | There's a certain slant of light, | | 16 | 579 |
| 34: | "To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave," | To fight aloud is very brave, | | 12 | 494 |
| 35: | "Two Swimmers Wrestled On The Spar" | Two swimmers wrestled on the spar | | 8 | 485 |
| 36: | "Upon The Gallows Hung A Wretch," | Upon the gallows hung a wretch, | | 8 | 506 |
| 37: | "Whether My Bark Went Down At Sea," | Whether my bark went down at sea, | | 8 | 444 |
| 38: | "Who Robbed The Woods," | Who robbed the woods, The trusting woods? | | 9 | 545 |
| 39: | "Your Riches Taught Me Poverty." | Your riches taught me poverty. | | 32 | 565 |
| 40: | A Book. | He ate and drank the precious words, | | 8 | 700 |
| 41: | A Book. | There is no frigate like a book | | 8 | 671 |
| 42: | A Charm Invests A Face | A charm invests a face | | 8 | 789 |
| 43: | A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's; | A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's; | | 16 | 626 |
| 44: | A Country Burial. | Ample make this bed. | | 8 | 593 |
| 45: | A Day. | I'll tell you how the sun rose, | | 16 | 678 |
| 46: | A Death-Blow Is A Life-Blow To Some | A death-blow is a life-blow to some | | 4 | 657 |
| 47: | A Dew Sufficed Itself | A dew sufficed itself | | 12 | 572 |
| 48: | A Light Exists In Spring | A light exists in spring | | 20 | 669 |
| 49: | A Man. | Fate slew him, but he did not drop; | | 8 | 562 |
| 50: | A Modest Lot, A Fame Petite, | A modest lot, a fame petite, | | 6 | 515 |
| 51: | A Murmur In The Trees To Note, | A murmur in the trees to note, | | 20 | 593 |
| 52: | A Poor Torn Heart, A Tattered Heart, | A poor torn heart, a tattered heart, | | 16 | 678 |
| 53: | A Portrait. | A face devoid of love or grace, | | 6 | 734 |
| 54: | A Prayer. | I meant to have but modest needs, | | 28 | 586 |
| 55: | A Rose. | A sepal, petal, and a thorn | | 6 | 711 |
| 56: | A Service Of Song. | Some keep the Sabbath going to church; | | 12 | 644 |
| 57: | A Shady Friend For Torrid Days | A shady friend for torrid days | | 12 | 487 |
| 58: | A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions | A sickness of this world it most occasions | | 8 | 636 |
| 59: | A Snake. | Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, | | 8 | 647 |
| 60: | A Syllable. | Could mortal lip divine | | 4 | 494 |
| 61: | A Tempest. | An awful tempest mashed the air, | | 12 | 568 |
| 62: | A Thought Went Up My Mind To-Day | A thought went up my mind to-day | | 12 | 533 |
| 63: | A Throe Upon The Features | A throe upon the features | | 8 | 521 |
| 64: | A Thunder-Storm. | The wind begun to rock the grass | | 20 | 676 |
| 65: | A Toad Can Die Of Light! | A toad can die of light! | | 8 | 651 |
| 66: | A Train Went Through A Burial Gate, | A train went through a burial gate, | | 8 | 522 |
| 67: | A Well. | What mystery pervades a well! | | 20 | 537 |
| 68: | A Word. | A word is dead When it is said, | | 6 | 575 |
| 69: | Adrift! A Little Boat Adrift! | Adrift! A little boat adrift! | | 13 | 606 |
| 70: | Afraid? Of Whom Am I Afraid? | Afraid? Of whom am I afraid? | | 12 | 608 |
| 71: | Aftermath. | The murmuring of bees has ceased; | | 8 | 527 |
| 72: | Almost! | Within my reach! I could have touched! | | 8 | 556 |
| 73: | Along The Potomac. | When I was small, a woman died. | | 16 | 522 |
| 74: | Alpine Glow. | Our lives are Swiss, So still, so cool, | | 10 | 489 |
| 75: | Apocalypse. | I'm wife; I've finished that, | | 12 | 590 |
| 76: | Apotheosis. | Come slowly, Eden! Lips unused to thee, | | 8 | 558 |
| 77: | April. | An altered look about the hills; | | 16 | 518 |
| 78: | As By The Dead We Love To Sit, | As by the dead we love to sit, | | 8 | 604 |
| 79: | As Imperceptibly As Grief | As imperceptibly as grief | | 16 | 551 |
| 80: | Asleep. | As far from pity as complaint, | | 12 | 497 |
| 81: | Aspiration. | We never know how high we are | | 8 | 558 |
| 82: | Astra Castra. | Departed to the judgment, | | 8 | 484 |
| 83: | At Half-Past Three A Single Bird | At half-past three a single bird | | 12 | 691 |
| 84: | At Home. | The night was wide, and furnished scant | | 20 | 573 |
| 85: | At Least To Pray Is Left, Is Left. | At least to pray is left, is left. | | 8 | 588 |
| 86: | At Length. | Her final summer was it, | | 16 | 450 |
| 87: | Aurora. | Of bronze and blaze | | 19 | 616 |
| 88: | Autumn. | The morns are meeker than they were, | | 8 | 596 |
| 89: | Beclouded. | The sky is low, the clouds are mean, | | 8 | 525 |
| 90: | Before The Ice Is In The Pools, | Before the ice is in the pools, | | 16 | 629 |
| 91: | Bequest. | You left me, sweet, two legacies, | | 8 | 454 |
| 92: | Bless God, He Went As Soldiers, | Bless God, he went as soldiers, | | 8 | 459 |
| 93: | By The Sea. | I started early, took my dog, | | 24 | 499 |
| 94: | Called Back. | Just lost when I was saved! | | 19 | 528 |
| 95: | Charlotte Brontė'S Grave. | All overgrown by cunning moss, | | 20 | 522 |
| 96: | Childish Griefs. | Softened by Time's consummate plush, | | 8 | 504 |
| 97: | Choice. | Of all the souls that stand create | | 12 | 474 |
| 98: | Cobwebs. | The spider as an artist | | 8 | 636 |
| 99: | Cocoon. | Drab habitation of whom? | | 5 | 532 |
| 100: | Compensation. | For each ecstatic instant | | 8 | 452 |
| 101: | Consecration. | Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it, | | 4 | 567 |
| 102: | Contrast. | A door just opened on a street | | 8 | 536 |
| 103: | Could I But Ride Indefinite, | Could I but ride indefinite, | | 18 | 547 |
| 104: | Dawn. | When night is almost done, | | 8 | 527 |
| 105: | Dawn. | Not knowing when the dawn will come | | 4 | 626 |
| 106: | Day's Parlor. | The day came slow, till five o'clock, | | 16 | 535 |
| 107: | Dead. | There's something quieter than sleep | | 12 | 568 |
| 108: | Death And Life. | Apparently with no surprise | | 8 | 552 |
| 109: | Death Is A Dialogue Between | Death is a dialogue between | | 8 | 581 |
| 110: | Death. | Death is like the insect | | 12 | 506 |
| 111: | Deed. | A deed knocks first at thought, | | 8 | 403 |
| 112: | Desire. | Who never wanted, -- maddest joy | | 8 | 491 |
| 113: | Disenchantment. | It dropped so low in my regard | | 8 | 499 |
| 114: | Dreams. | Let me not mar that perfect dream | | 4 | 591 |
| 115: | Drowning Is Not So Pitiful | Drowning is not so pitiful | | 12 | 497 |
| 116: | Dying. | The sun kept setting, setting still; | | 16 | 501 |
| 117: | Dying. | I heard a fly buzz when I died; | | 16 | 582 |
| 118: | Each That We Lose Takes Part Of Us; | Each that we lose takes part of us; | | 4 | 531 |
| 119: | Emancipation. | No rack can torture me, | | 16 | 542 |
| 120: | Ending. | That is solemn we have ended, | | 8 | 515 |
| 121: | Enough. | God gave a loaf to every bird, | | 16 | 448 |
| 122: | Epitaph. | Step lightly on this narrow spot! | | 8 | 538 |
| 123: | Escape. | I never hear the word "escape" | | 8 | 494 |
| 124: | Essential Oils Are Wrung: | Essential oils are wrung: | | 8 | 518 |
| 125: | Eternity. | On this wondrous sea, | | 12 | 552 |
| 126: | Evening. | The cricket sang, And set the sun, | | 12 | 585 |
| 127: | Except The Heaven Had Come So Near, | Except the heaven had come so near, | | 8 | 436 |
| 128: | Except To Heaven, She Is Nought; | Except to heaven, she is nought; | | 12 | 480 |
| 129: | Exclusion. | The soul selects her own society, | | 12 | 444 |
| 130: | Experience. | I stepped from plank to plank | | 8 | 420 |
| 131: | Experiment To Me | Experiment to me Is every one I meet. | | 8 | 475 |
| 132: | Faith Is A Fine Invention | Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; | | 4 | 522 |
| 133: | Far From Love The Heavenly Father | Far from love the Heavenly Father | | 8 | 625 |
| 134: | Farewell. | Tie the strings to my life, my Lord, | | 16 | 540 |
| 135: | Father, I Bring Thee Not Myself, | Father, I bring thee not myself, | | 8 | 622 |
| 136: | Few Get Enough | Few get enough, -- enough is one; | | 4 | 588 |
| 137: | Fire. | Ashes denote that fire was; | | 8 | 531 |
| 138: | Following. | I had no cause to be awake, | | 20 | 482 |
| 139: | Forbidden Fruit. I. | Forbidden fruit a flavor has | | 4 | 425 |
| 140: | Forbidden Fruit. II. | Heaven is what I cannot reach! | | 8 | 424 |
| 141: | Forgotten. | There is a word Which bears a sword | | 18 | 406 |
| 142: | Frequently The Woods Are Pink, | Frequently the woods are pink, | | 12 | 487 |
| 143: | Friends. | Are friends delight or pain? | | 6 | 620 |
| 144: | Fringed Gentian. | God made a little gentian; | | 12 | 501 |
| 145: | From The Chrysalis. | My cocoon tightens, colors tease, | | 12 | 477 |
| 146: | Ghosts. | One need not be a chamber to be haunted, | | 20 | 483 |
| 147: | Given In Marriage Unto Thee, | Given in marriage unto thee, | | 8 | 460 |
| 148: | Going To Heaven! | Going to heaven! I don't know when, | | 27 | 537 |
| 149: | Going. | On such a night, or such a night, | | 24 | 483 |
| 150: | Gone. | Went up a year this evening! | | 24 | 455 |
| 151: | Good Night! Which Put The Candle Out? | Good night! which put the candle out? | | 12 | 468 |
| 152: | Gossip. | The leaves, like women, interchange | | 8 | 432 |
| 153: | Griefs. | I measure every grief I meet | | 36 | 512 |
| 154: | He Put The Belt Around My Life, | He put the belt around my life, | | 16 | 546 |
| 155: | He Touched Me, So I Live To Know | He touched me, so I live to know | | 12 | 522 |
| 156: | Heart Not So Heavy As Mine, | Heart not so heavy as mine, | | 20 | 484 |
| 157: | Heart, We Will Forget Him! | Heart, we will forget him! | | 8 | 517 |
| 158: | High From The Earth I Heard A Bird; | High from the earth I heard a bird; | | 20 | 555 |
| 159: | Hope. | Hope is the thing with feathers | | 12 | 619 |
| 160: | Hope. | Hope is a subtle glutton; | | 8 | 504 |
| 161: | How Dare The Robins Sing, | How dare the robins sing, | | 16 | 508 |
| 162: | How Still The Bells In Steeples Stand, | How still the bells in steeples stand, | | 4 | 496 |
| 163: | Hunger. | I had been hungry all the years; | | 20 | 416 |
| 164: | I Breathed Enough To Learn The Trick, | I breathed enough to learn the trick, | | 8 | 533 |
| 165: | I Bring An Unaccustomed Wine | I bring an unaccustomed wine | | 21 | 569 |
| 166: | I Died For Beauty, But Was Scarce | I died for beauty, but was scarce | | 12 | 512 |
| 167: | I Felt A Funeral In My Brain, | I felt a funeral in my brain, | | 16 | 627 |
| 168: | I Found The Phrase To Every Thought | I found the phrase to every thought | | 8 | 537 |
| 169: | I Gained It So, | I gained it so, By climbing slow, | | 15 | 469 |
| 170: | I Had A Guinea Golden. | I had a guinea golden; | | 36 | 477 |
| 171: | I Have A King Who Does Not Speak; | I have a king who does not speak; | | 18 | 469 |
| 172: | I Have Not Told My Garden Yet, | I have not told my garden yet, | | 16 | 575 |
| 173: | I Know That He Exists | I know that he exists | | 16 | 519 |
| 174: | I Lived On Dread; To Those Who Know | I lived on dread; to those who know | | 8 | 455 |
| 175: | I Many Times Thought Peace Had Come, | I many times thought peace had come, | | 8 | 452 |
| 176: | I Meant To Find Her When I Came; | I meant to find her when I came; | | 12 | 526 |
| 177: | I Never Lost As Much But Twice, | I never lost as much but twice, | | 8 | 613 |
| 178: | I Never Saw A Moor, | I never saw a moor, | | 8 | 567 |
| 179: | I Noticed People Disappeared, | I noticed people disappeared, | | 8 | 502 |
| 180: | I Read My Sentence Steadily, | I read my sentence steadily, | | 16 | 510 |
| 181: | I Reason, Earth Is Short, | I reason, earth is short, | | 12 | 511 |
| 182: | I Shall Know Why, When Time Is Over, | I shall know why, when time is over, | | 8 | 569 |
| 183: | I Think Just How My Shape Will Rise | I think just how my shape will rise | | 16 | 453 |
| 184: | I Went To Heaven, | I went to heaven, 'T was a small town, | | 16 | 543 |
| 185: | I Went To Thank Her, | I went to thank her, | | 10 | 447 |
| 186: | I Wish I Knew That Woman's Name, | I wish I knew that woman's name, | | 8 | 591 |
| 187: | I Wonder If The Sepulchre | I wonder if the sepulchre | | 4 | 534 |
| 188: | I Worked For Chaff, And Earning Wheat | I worked for chaff, and earning wheat | | 8 | 432 |
| 189: | I'm Nobody! | I'm Nobody! Who are you? | | 8 | 555 |
| 190: | I've Got An Arrow Here; | I've got an arrow here; | | 7 | 488 |
| 191: | I've Seen A Dying Eye | I've seen a dying eye | | 8 | 438 |
| 192: | If Anybody's Friend Be Dead, | If anybody's friend be dead, | | 24 | 498 |
| 193: | If I May Have It When It's Dead | If I may have it when it's dead | | 12 | 567 |
| 194: | If I Should'nt Be Alive | If I should n't Be Alive | | 8 | 573 |
| 195: | If The Foolish Call Them 'Flowers,' | If the foolish call them 'flowers,' | | 20 | 441 |
| 196: | Immortal Is An Ample Word | Immortal is an ample word | | 8 | 473 |
| 197: | Immortality. | It is an honorable thought, | | 8 | 452 |
| 198: | In A Library. | A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is | | 28 | 441 |
| 199: | In Lands I Never Saw, They Say, | In lands I never saw, they say, | | 8 | 585 |
| 200: | In Shadow. | I dreaded that first robin so, | | 28 | 425 |
| 201: | In The Garden. | A bird came down the walk: | | 20 | 1141 |
| 202: | In Vain. | I CANNOT live with you, | | 51 | 532 |
| 203: | Indian Summer. | These are the days when birds come back, | | 18 | 527 |
| 204: | Invisible. | From us she wandered now a year, | | 8 | 535 |
| 205: | Is Bliss, Then, Such Abyss | Is bliss, then, such abyss | | 11 | 429 |
| 206: | It Can't Be Summer, | It can't be summer, -- that got through; | | 8 | 556 |
| 207: | It Was Not Death, For I Stood Up, | It was not death, for I stood up, | | 24 | 537 |
| 208: | It Was Too Late For Man, | It was too late for man, | | 8 | 490 |
| 209: | It's All I Have To Bring To-Day, | It'S All I Have To Bring To-Day, | | 8 | 464 |
| 210: | Joy In Death. | If tolling bell I ask the cause. | | 8 | 444 |
| 211: | Lay This Laurel On The One | Lay this laurel on the one | | 4 | 489 |
| 212: | Let Down The Bars, O Death! | Let down the bars, O Death! | | 8 | 542 |
| 213: | Life's Trades. | It's such a little thing to weep, | | 4 | 510 |
| 214: | Life, And Death, And Giants | Life, and Death, and Giants | | 7 | 468 |
| 215: | Like Mighty Footlights Burned The Red | Like mighty footlights burned the red | | 8 | 544 |
| 216: | Longing. | I envy seas whereon he rides, | | 24 | 463 |
| 217: | Look Back On Time With Kindly Eyes, | Look back on time with kindly eyes, | | 4 | 478 |
| 218: | Lost Faith. | To lose one's faith surpasses | | 8 | 475 |
| 219: | Lost Joy. | I had a daily bliss I half indifferent viewed, | | 8 | 447 |
| 220: | Lost. | I lost a world the other day. | | 8 | 563 |
| 221: | Love's Baptism. | I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs; | | 19 | 527 |
| 222: | Love's Humility. | My worthiness is all my doubt, | | 12 | 460 |
| 223: | Love. | Love is anterior to life, | | 4 | 500 |
| 224: | Loyalty. | Split the lark and you'll find the music, | | 8 | 430 |
| 225: | March. | We like March, his shoes are purple, | | 12 | 513 |
| 226: | May-Flower. | Pink, small, and punctual, | | 12 | 569 |
| 227: | Me! Come! My Dazzled Face | Me! Come! My dazzled face | | 10 | 441 |
| 228: | Melodies Unheard. | Musicians wrestle everywhere: | | 18 | 448 |
| 229: | Memorials. | Death sets a thing significant | | 20 | 499 |
| 230: | Mine. | Mine by the right of the white election! | | 8 | 383 |
| 231: | Morning Is The Place For Dew, | Morning is the place for dew, | | 4 | 601 |
| 232: | Morns Like These We Parted; | Morns like these we parted; | | 12 | 546 |
| 233: | Mother Nature. | Nature, the gentlest mother, | | 24 | 530 |
| 234: | My Country's Wardrobe. | My country need not change her gown, | | 8 | 447 |
| 235: | My Cricket. | Farther in summer than the birds, | | 16 | 525 |
| 236: | My Nosegays Are For Captives | My nosegays are for captives; | | 8 | 462 |
| 237: | My Rose. | Pigmy seraphs gone astray, | | 17 | 416 |
| 238: | Nature Rarer Uses Yellow | Nature rarer uses yellow | | 8 | 509 |
| 239: | Nature's Changes. | The springtime's pallid landscape | | 16 | 441 |
| 240: | Not Any Higher Stands The Grave | Not any higher stands the grave | | 8 | 451 |
| 241: | Not With A Club The Heart Is Broken, | Not with a club the heart is broken, | | 12 | 457 |
| 242: | November. | Besides the autumn poets sing, | | 16 | 513 |
| 243: | Numen Lumen. | I live with him, I see his face; | | 16 | 421 |
| 244: | Old-Fashioned. | Arcturus is his other name, | | 28 | 396 |
| 245: | On The Bleakness Of My Lot | On the bleakness of my lot | | 8 | 508 |
| 246: | Out Of The Morning. | Will there really be a morning? | | 12 | 493 |
| 247: | Parting. | My life closed twice before its close; | | 8 | 500 |
| 248: | Philosophy. | It might be easier To fail with land in sight, | | 4 | 424 |
| 249: | Playmates. | God permits industrious angels | | 8 | 409 |
| 250: | Pompless No Life Can Pass Away; | Pompless no life can pass away; | | 8 | 501 |
| 251: | Poor Little Heart! | Poor little heart! Did they forget thee? | | 12 | 483 |
| 252: | Portraits Are To Daily Faces | Portraits are to daily faces | | 4 | 453 |
| 253: | Possession. | Did the harebell loose her girdle | | 8 | 471 |
| 254: | Power. | You cannot put a fire out; | | 8 | 473 |
| 255: | Prayer. | Prayer is the little implement | | 8 | 424 |
| 256: | Precedence. | Wait till the majesty of Death | | 16 | 388 |
| 257: | Problems. | Bring me the sunset in a cup, | | 24 | 536 |
| 258: | Proof. | That I did always love, | | 12 | 538 |
| 259: | Psalm Of The Day. | A something in a summer's day, | | 33 | 530 |
| 260: | Purple Clover. | There is a flower that bees prefer, | | 32 | 527 |
| 261: | Real Riches. | T is little I could care for pearls | | 8 | 492 |
| 262: | Real. | I like a look of agony, | | 8 | 449 |
| 263: | Refuge. | The clouds their backs together laid, | | 8 | 425 |
| 264: | Remembrance. | Remembrance has a rear and front, | | 8 | 438 |
| 265: | Remorse. | Remorse is memory awake, | | 12 | 397 |
| 266: | Renunciation. | There came a day at summer's full | | 28 | 470 |
| 267: | Requiem. | Taken from men this morning, | | 12 | 486 |
| 268: | Resurgam. | At last to be identified! | | 6 | 490 |
| 269: | Resurrection. | T was a long parting, but the time | | 16 | 529 |
| 270: | Reticence. | The reticent volcano keeps | | 12 | 438 |
| 271: | Retrospect. | T was just this time last year I died. | | 24 | 451 |
| 272: | Returning. | I years had been from home, | | 24 | 416 |
| 273: | Rouge Et Noir. | Soul, wilt thou toss again? | | 8 | 418 |
| 274: | Rouge Gagne. | T is so much joy! 'T is so much joy! | | 18 | 429 |
| 275: | Satisfied. | One blessing had I, than the rest | | 20 | 419 |
| 276: | Saturday Afternoon. | From all the jails the boys and girls | | 8 | 532 |
| 277: | Saved! | Of tribulation these are they | | 16 | 424 |
| 278: | Secrets. | The skies can't keep their secret! | | 16 | 437 |
| 279: | Setting Sail. | Exultation is the going | | 8 | 480 |
| 280: | She Sweeps With Many-Colored Brooms, | She sweeps with many-colored brooms, | | 12 | 469 |
| 281: | She Went As Quiet As The Dew | She went as quiet as the dew | | 8 | 560 |
| 282: | Shipwreck. | It tossed and tossed, A little brig I knew, | | 13 | 415 |
| 283: | Sight. | Before I got my eye put out, | | 20 | 417 |
| 284: | Simplicity. | How happy is the little stone | | 10 | 451 |
| 285: | Sleep Is Supposed To Be, | Sleep is supposed to be, | | 15 | 548 |
| 286: | Sleeping. | A long, long sleep, a famous sleep | | 8 | 545 |
| 287: | So Proud She Was To Die | So proud she was to die | | 8 | 560 |
| 288: | Some, Too Fragile For Winter Winds, | Some, too fragile for winter winds, | | 12 | 518 |
| 289: | Song. | Summer for thee grant I may be | | 8 | 443 |
| 290: | Storm. | It sounded as if the streets were running, | | 8 | 471 |
| 291: | Success. | Success is counted sweetest | | 12 | 437 |
| 292: | Summer Shower. | A drop fell on the apple tree, | | 16 | 607 |
| 293: | Summer's Armies. | Some rainbow coming from the fair! | | 24 | 540 |
| 294: | Summer's Obsequies. | The gentian weaves her fringes, | | 19 | 545 |
| 295: | Sunset. | Where ships of purple gently toss | | 4 | 580 |
| 296: | Sunset. | A sloop of amber slips away | | 4 | 587 |
| 297: | Superfluous Were The Sun | Superfluous were the sun | | 12 | 513 |
| 298: | Superiority To Fate. | Superiority to fate | | 8 | 402 |
| 299: | Surgeons Must Be Very Careful | Surgeons must be very careful | | 4 | 420 |
| 300: | Surrender. | Doubt me, my dim companion! | | 17 | 414 |
| 301: | Suspense. | Elysium is as far as to | | 8 | 408 |
| 302: | Sweet Hours Have Perished Here; | Sweet hours have perished here; | | 4 | 418 |
| 303: | T Was Later When The Summer Went | T WAS later when the summer went | | 8 | 506 |
| 304: | Talk With Prudence To A Beggar | Talk with prudence to a beggar | | 8 | 426 |
| 305: | Thanksgiving Day. | One day is there of the series | | 16 | 489 |
| 306: | That Such Have Died Enables Us | That such have died enables us | | 4 | 408 |
| 307: | The Balloon. | You've seen balloons set, haven't you? | | 20 | 500 |
| 308: | The Bat. | The bat is dun with wrinkled wings | | 16 | 518 |
| 309: | The Battle-Field. | They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars, | | 8 | 490 |
| 310: | The Bee. | Like trains of cars on tracks of plush | | 16 | 575 |
| 311: | The Blue Jay. | No brigadier throughout the year | | 24 | 497 |
| 312: | The Bluebird. | Before you thought of spring, | | 16 | 468 |
| 313: | The Bone That Has No Marrow; | The bone that has no marrow; | | 12 | 388 |
| 314: | The Book Of Martyrs. | Read, sweet, how others strove, | | 16 | 376 |
| 315: | The Brain. | The brain is wider than the sky, | | 12 | 422 |
| 316: | The Bustle In A House | The bustle in a house | | 8 | 439 |
| 317: | The Butterfiy's Assumption-Gown, | The butterfiy's assumption-gown, | | 6 | 453 |
| 318: | The Butterfly's Day. | From cocoon forth a butterfly | | 24 | 428 |
| 319: | The Chariot. | Because I could not stop for Death, | | 20 | 505 |
| 320: | The Coming Of Night. | How the old mountains drip with sunset, | | 24 | 522 |
| 321: | The Contract. | I gave myself to him, | | 16 | 491 |
| 322: | The Daisy Follows Soft The Sun, | The daisy follows soft the sun, | | 12 | 516 |
| 323: | The Distance That The Dead Have Gone | The distance that the dead have gone | | 8 | 420 |
| 324: | The Duel. | I took my power in my hand. | | 8 | 444 |
| 325: | The Dying Need But Little, Dear, | The dying need but little, dear | | 8 | 595 |
| 326: | The Farthest Thunder That I Heard | The farthest thunder that I heard | | 20 | 438 |
| 327: | The First Lesson. | Not in this world to see his face | | 12 | 454 |
| 328: | The Forgotten Grave. | After a hundred years | | 12 | 438 |
| 329: | The Funeral. | That short, potential stir | | 8 | 387 |
| 330: | The Goal. | Each life converges to some centre | | 20 | 453 |
| 331: | The Grass. | The grass so little has to do, | | 20 | 530 |
| 332: | The Grave My Little Cottage Is, | The grave my little cottage is, | | 8 | 386 |
| 333: | The Hemlock. | I think the hemlock likes to stand | | 16 | 452 |
| 334: | The Humming-Bird. | A route of evanescence | | 8 | 465 |
| 335: | The Inevitable. | While I was fearing it, it came, | | 12 | 499 |
| 336: | The Journey. | Our journey had advanced; | | 12 | 508 |
| 337: | The Juggler Of Day. | Blazing in gold and quenching in purple, | | 8 | 498 |
| 338: | The Last Night That She Lived, | The last night that she lived, | | 24 | 420 |
| 339: | The Letter. | GOING to him! Happy letter! Tell him | | 24 | 495 |
| 340: | The Lonely House. | I know some lonely houses off the road | | 40 | 415 |
| 341: | The Lost Jewel. | I held a jewel in my fingers | | 8 | 510 |
| 342: | The Lost Thought. | I felt a clearing in my mind | | 8 | 440 |
| 343: | The Lovers. | The rose did caper on her cheek, | | 16 | 654 |
| 344: | The Martyrs. | Through the straight pass of suffering | | 12 | 383 |
| 345: | The Master. | He fumbles at your spirit | | 12 | 418 |
| 346: | The Monument. | She laid her docile crescent down, | | 8 | 373 |
| 347: | The Moon Is Distant From The Sea, | The moon is distant from the sea, | | 12 | 514 |
| 348: | The Moon. | The moon was but a chin of gold | | 20 | 573 |
| 349: | The Mountain. | The mountain sat upon the plain | | 8 | 490 |
| 350: | The Mushroom. | The mushroom is the elf of plants, | | 20 | 386 |
| 351: | The Mystery Of Pain. | Pain has an element of blank; | | 8 | 437 |
| 352: | The Nearest Dream Recedes, Unrealized. | The nearest dream recedes, unrealized. | | 14 | 448 |
| 353: | The Only Ghost I Ever Saw | The only ghost I ever saw | | 16 | 525 |
| 354: | The Oriole's Secret. | To hear an oriole sing | | 15 | 418 |
| 355: | The Oriole. | One of the ones that Midas touched, | | 28 | 420 |
| 356: | The Outlet. | My river runs to thee: | | 8 | 476 |
| 357: | The Past. | The past is such a curious creature, | | 8 | 412 |
| 358: | The Preacher. | He preached upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow, | | 8 | 415 |
| 359: | The Railway Train. | I like to see it lap the miles, | | 16 | 495 |
| 360: | The Rat. | The rat is the concisest tenant. | | 12 | 380 |
| 361: | The Return. | Though I get home how late, how late! | | 13 | 430 |
| 362: | The Robin. | The robin is the one | | 12 | 518 |
| 363: | The Sea Of Sunset. | This is the land the sunset washes, | | 8 | 528 |
| 364: | The Sea. | An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand | | 4 | 470 |
| 365: | The Secret. | Some things that fly there be, | | 9 | 428 |
| 366: | The Shelter. | The body grows outside, | | 8 | 385 |
| 367: | The Show. | The show is not the show, | | 6 | 447 |
| 368: | The Sleeping Flowers. | Whose are the little beds," I asked, | | 28 | 465 |
| 369: | The Snake. | A narrow fellow in the grass | | 24 | 442 |
| 370: | The Snow. | It sifts from leaden sieves, | | 20 | 463 |
| 371: | The Soul Should Always Stand Ajar, | The soul should always stand ajar, | | 8 | 479 |
| 372: | The Soul Unto Itself | The soul unto itself | | 8 | 448 |
| 373: | The Soul's Storm. | It struck me every day | | 12 | 496 |
| 374: | The Spider. | A spider sewed at night Without a light | | 9 | 426 |
| 375: | The Spirit. | T is whiter than an Indian pipe, | | 12 | 413 |
| 376: | The Stimulus, Beyond The Grave | The stimulus, beyond the grave | | 4 | 443 |
| 377: | The Storm. | There came a wind like a bugle; | | 17 | 426 |
| 378: | The Sun's Wooing. | The sun just touched the morning; | | 16 | 468 |
| 379: | The Test. | I can wade grief, | | 16 | 476 |
| 380: | The Thought Beneath So Slight A Film | The thought beneath so slight a film | | 4 | 410 |
| 381: | The Tulip. | She slept beneath a tree | | 6 | 434 |
| 382: | The Waking Year. | A lady red upon the hill | | 16 | 394 |
| 383: | The Way I Read A Letter's This: | The way I read a letter's this: | | 16 | 467 |
| 384: | The White Heat. | Dare you see a soul at the white heat? | | 16 | 452 |
| 385: | The Wife. | She rose to his requirement, dropped | | 12 | 487 |
| 386: | The Wind. | Of all the sounds despatched abroad, | | 21 | 450 |
| 387: | The Wind. | It's like the light, A fashionless delight | | 12 | 561 |
| 388: | The Wlnd's Visit. | The wind tapped like a tired man, | | 20 | 405 |
| 389: | The Woodpecker. | His bill an auger is, | | 4 | 470 |
| 390: | Their Height In Heaven Comforts Not, | Their height in heaven comforts not, | | 16 | 523 |
| 391: | There Is A Shame Of Nobleness | There is a shame of nobleness | | 8 | 437 |
| 392: | There's Been A Death In The Opposite House | There's been a death in the opposite house | | 24 | 470 |
| 393: | They Say That 'Time Assuages, | They say that 'time assuages,' | | 8 | 488 |
| 394: | They Won't Frown Always, -- Some Sweet Day" | They won't frown always, -- some sweet day | | 8 | 405 |
| 395: | Thirst. | We thirst at first, -- 't is Nature's act; | | 8 | 452 |
| 396: | This Merit Hath The Worst, | This merit hath the worst, | | 8 | 355 |
| 397: | This Was In The White Of The Year, | This was in the white of the year, | | 8 | 371 |
| 398: | This World Is Not Conclusion; | This world is not conclusion; | | 12 | 507 |
| 399: | Three Weeks Passed Since I Had Seen Her, | Three weeks passed since I had seen her, | | 12 | 481 |
| 400: | Till The End. | I should not dare to leave my friend, | | 16 | 405 |
| 401: | Time's Lesson. | Mine enemy is growing old, | | 8 | 437 |
| 402: | To Hang Our Head Ostensibly, | To hang our head ostensibly, | | 8 | 408 |
| 403: | To Help Our Bleaker Parts | To help our bleaker parts | | 4 | 383 |
| 404: | To Know Just How He Suffered Would Be Dear;" | To know just how he suffered would be dear; | | 26 | 413 |
| 405: | To Learn The Transport By The Pain, | To learn the transport by the pain, | | 16 | 370 |
| 406: | To Lose Thee, Sweeter Than To Gain | To lose thee, sweeter than to gain | | 8 | 409 |
| 407: | To Make A Prairie It Takes A Clover And One Bee," | To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, | | 5 | 457 |
| 408: | To March. | Dear March, come in! | | 29 | 415 |
| 409: | To My Quick Ear The Leaves Conferred; | To my quick ear the leaves conferred; | | 8 | 461 |
| 410: | To Venerate The Simple Days | To venerate the simple days | | 11 | 399 |
| 411: | Too Late. | Delayed till she had ceased to know, | | 18 | 454 |
| 412: | Too Much. | I should have been too glad, I see, | | 24 | 405 |
| 413: | Transplanted. | As if some little Arctic flower, | | 12 | 521 |
| 414: | Triumph. | Triumph may be of several kinds. | | 16 | 430 |
| 415: | Triumphant. | Who never lost, are unprepared | | 16 | 476 |
| 416: | Troubled About Many Things. | How many times these low feet staggered, | | 12 | 385 |
| 417: | Trying To Forget. | Bereaved of all, I went abroad, | | 16 | 488 |
| 418: | Two Voyagers. | Two butterflies went out at noon | | 12 | 424 |
| 419: | Two Worlds. | It makes no difference abroad, | | 12 | 507 |
| 420: | Undue Significance A Starving Man Attaches | Undue significance a starving man attaches | | 8 | 437 |
| 421: | Unreturning. | T was such a little, little boat | | 8 | 388 |
| 422: | Unto My Books So Good To Turn | Unto my books so good to turn | | 16 | 386 |
| 423: | Unwarned. | T is sunrise, little maid, hast thou | | 14 | 385 |
| 424: | Vanished. | She died, -- this was the way she died; | | 8 | 478 |
| 425: | Ventures. | Finite to fail, but infinite to venture. | | 4 | 463 |
| 426: | Victory Comes Late, | Victory comes late, And is held low to freezing lips | | 16 | 413 |
| 427: | Void. | Great streets of silence led away | | 8 | 416 |
| 428: | Waiting. | I sing to use the waiting, | | 8 | 575 |
| 429: | Water Is Taught By Thirst; | Water is taught by thirst; | | 6 | 548 |
| 430: | We Cover Thee, Sweet Face. | We cover thee, sweet face. | | 12 | 473 |
| 431: | We Learn In The Retreating | We learn in the retreating | | 8 | 493 |
| 432: | We Never Know We Go, -- When We Are Going" | We never know we go, -- when we are going | | 4 | 504 |
| 433: | We Outgrow Love Like Other Things | We outgrow love like other things | | 4 | 395 |
| 434: | We Play At Paste, | We play at paste, | | 8 | 447 |
| 435: | Wedded. | A solemn thing it was, I said, | | 8 | 396 |
| 436: | What If I Say I Shall Not Wait? | What if I say I shall not wait? | | 12 | 500 |
| 437: | What Inn Is This | What inn is this Where for the night | | 10 | 416 |
| 438: | What Soft, Cherubic Creatures | What soft, cherubic creatures | | 12 | 422 |
| 439: | When I Hoped I Feared, | When I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; | | 8 | 461 |
| 440: | Where Every Bird Is Bold To Go, | Where every bird is bold to go, | | 4 | 466 |
| 441: | Who Has Not Found The Heaven Below | Who has not found the heaven below | | 4 | 600 |
| 442: | Who? | My friend must be a bird, | | 7 | 405 |
| 443: | Why? | The murmur of a bee | | 15 | 482 |
| 444: | Wild Nights! Wild Nights! | Wild nights! Wild nights! | | 12 | 584 |
| 445: | With A Flower. | I hide myself within my flower, | | 8 | 619 |
| 446: | With A Flower. | When roses cease to bloom, dear, | | 8 | 440 |
| 447: | With Flowers. | South winds jostle them, Bumblebees come, | | 8 | 497 |
| 448: | With Flowers. | If recollecting were forgetting, | | 8 | 485 |
