THE WIND BLEW SHRILL AND SMART
THE COCK’S CLEAR VOICE INTO THE CLEARER AIR
NOW WHEN THE NUMBER OF MY YEARS
WHAT MAN MAY LEARN, WHAT MAN MAY DO
SMALL IS THE TRUST WHEN LOVE IS GREEN
KNOW YOU THE RIVER NEAR TO GREZ
IT’S FORTH ACROSS THE ROARING FOAM
AS IN THEIR FLIGHT THE BIRDS OF SONG
BEHOLD, AS GOBLINS DARK OF MIEN
LONG TIME I LAY IN LITTLE EASE
COME, MY BELOVED, HEAR FROM ME
ENVOY FOR “A CHILD’S GARDEN OF VERSES”
HAIL, GUEST, AND ENTER FREELY!
SO LIVE, SO LOVE, SO USE THAT FRAGILE HOUR
BEFORE THIS LITTLE GIFT WAS COME
GO, LITTLE BOOK—THE ANCIENT PHRASE
DEDICATORY POEM FOR “UNDERWOODS”
COME, MY LITTLE CHILDREN, HERE ARE SONGS FOR YOU
EARLY IN THE MORNING I HEAR ON YOUR PIANO
I LOVE TO BE WARM BY THE RED FIRESIDE
MINE EYES WERE SWIFT TO KNOW THEE
THE ANGLER ROSE, HE TOOK HIS ROD
I, WHOM APOLLO SOMETIME VISITED
TEMPEST TOSSED AND SORE AFFLICTED
VARIANT FORM OF THE PRECEDING POEM
I NOW, O FRIEND, WHOM NOISELESSLY THE SNOWS
SINCE THOU HAST GIVEN ME THIS GOOD HOPE, O GOD
GOD GAVE TO ME A CHILD IN PART