Soft from the linden's bough, 276

So love is dead that has been quick so long, 185
Sometimes, when after spirited debate, 191

Sometime, it may be, you and I, 268
Some time there ben a lyttel boy, 230
"Speak! speak! thou fearful guest, 50
Speechless Sorrow sat with me, 184
Squire Adam had two wives, they say, 344
Stand here by my side and turn, I pray, 24
Stand! the ground's your own, my braves, 13

Stars of the summer night, 56

Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me,

115

Sweet-breathed and young, 223

Sweet sixteen is shy and cold, 223

Take me upon thy breast, 303

T

Talcumed into a ghost, she slowly sways, 349

Tell me not, in mournful numbers, 49

The brave young city by the Balboa seas, 203

The cloak of laughter I have worn, 362

The cypress swamp around me wraps its spell, 179
The day before April, 364

The day is done, and the darkness, 64

The despot's heel is on thy shore, 194

The heart knoweth? If this be true indeed, 356
The highest apple swinging in the treetop, 355
The hours I spent with thee, dear heart, 257
The lady with the broom beheld dismayed, 369
The little toy dog is covered with dust, 229
The man that joins in life's career, 2

The monarch sat on his judgment-seat, 27
The net of law is spread so wide, 222

Then, lady, at last thou art sick of my sighing, 250
The night was thick and hazy, 208

The old wine filled him, and he saw, with eyes, 234
The osprey sails above the sound, 7

The Ox he openeth wide the Doore, 256

The rain was over, and the brilliant air, 337

There are gains for all our losses, 158

"There are gains for all our losses," 159
The red rose whispers of passion, 215
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, 63
There is a time for vine leaves in the hair, 268
There is no Rachel any more, 355

There! little girl, don't cry, 236

There's a brook on the side of Greylock that used to be full

of trout, 346

There is an eerie music, Tabary, 349

There smiled the smooth Divine, unused to wound, 5
There were blossoms all unblown, 368
The rich man has his motor-car, 321
The rosy lamp, the leaping flame, 367
The royal feast was done; the King, 202
The shadows lay along Broadway, 47
The ships are lying in the bay, 342
The skies they were ashen and sober, 88
The sky, 325

The speckled sky is dim with snow, 168

The stranger in the gates-lo! that am I, 277

The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home, 159
The three ghosts on the lonesome road, 288

The trump hath blown, 32

The turtle on yon withered bough, 1
The urge of the seed: the germ, 269
The waves forever move, 217
They are unholy who are born, 350
They cannot wholly pass away, 218

They do neither plight nor wed, 255

They went forth to battle but they always fell, 339
This, Children, is the famed Mon-goos, 259

This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the

hemlocks, 57

This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, 97

This realm is sacred to the silent past, 178

Those were good times, in olden days, 215

Thou, born to sip the lake or spring, 3

Thou grim, unburied corpse of wind and sea, 373

Thou hast done evil, 267

Thou idol of my constant heart, 189

Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea, 15

Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State, 58

Thou wast all that to me, love, 84

Through storms you reach them and from storms are free,

143

Thy hands are like cool herbs that bring, 330

Thy trivial harp will never please, 40

'Tis of a gallant Yankee ship that flew the Stripes and Stars,

4

To him who in the love of Nature holds, 21

To-night her lids shall lift again, slow, soft, with vague de-
sire, 272

To-night the little nun-girl died, 363
To recall and revision blue skies, 268
Trees in groves, 39

Turn apple blooms to silver, 375

Turn out more ale, turn up the light, 182
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 298

U

Under a spreading chestnut-tree, 54
Under the apple bough, 231

Undistinguished buttercup, 361

Up from the meadows rich with corn, 74
Upon a cloud among the stars we stood, 221
Upon our eyelids, dear, the dew will lie, 327

W

Wall, no! I can't tell whar he lives, 192
Way down upon de Swanee Ribber, 160
Weak-winged is song, 109

We are two travellers, Roger and I, 165

Weave the dance, and raise again the sacred chorus, 318
Were but my spirit loosed upon the air, 186

We summoned not the Silent Guest, 222

We were not many-we who stood, 47

What delightful hosts are they, 237

What do I owe to you, 332

What great yoked brutes with briskets low, 203

What is there wanting in the Spring, 238

What riches have you that you deem me poor, 259

What though the moon should come, 350

What waspish whim of Fate, 300

What, what, what, 216

When Dragon-fly would fix his wings, 317

Whenever I see old garrets I think of mice and cheese, 368

When Freedom from her mountain height, 28

When he went blundering back to God, 305

When I am standing on a mountain crest, 263

When I consider life and its few years, 248

When go back to earth, 333.

When I heard at the close of the day, 122
When I see birches bend to left and right, 298

When I was seventeen I heard, 222

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloomed, 131

When on my soul in nakedness, 244

When the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour, 232

When the white wave of a glory that is hardly I, 340
When tulips bloom in Union Square, 235

When youth was lord of my unchallenged fate, 171
Which I wish to remark, 197

Whither, midst falling dew, 23

Who drives the horses of the sun, 227

Who is the runner in the skies, 324

Who loves the rain, 280

Who reach their threescore years and ten, 158

Whose furthest footstep never strayed, 262

Who shall thy gay buffoonery describe, 16

Who was it then that lately took me in the wood, 292

Why, Death, what dost thou here, 169

Why don't you go back to the sea, my dear, 356

Why sing the legends of the Holy Grail, 310

Women sit or move to and fro, some old, some young, 127

Woodman, spare that tree, 34

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night, 228

Y

Ye say, they all have pass'd away, 20

Yes, he was that, or that, as you prefer, 214
You are too fair to get for nothing, 358

You bid me to sleep, 283

You have determined all that life should be, 329

You looked at me with eyes grown bright with pain, 334
Your head is steel cut into drooping lines, 361

You who flutter and quiver, 348

INDEX OF TITLES

A Chant of Love for England, A Parting Guest, 237

A Little While I Fain Would A White Rose, 215

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