We do not play on Graves
We grow accustomed to the Dark
We learn it in Retreating
We met as Sparks – Diverging Flints
We miss a Kinsman more
We never know how high we are
We thirst at first – ’tis Nature’s Act
Went up a year this evening!
What I see not, I better see
What is – “Paradise”
What mystery pervades a well!
What shall I do – it whimpers so
What shall I do when the Summer troubles
Whatever it is – she has tried it
When a Lover is a Beggar
When Etna basks and purrs
When I count the seeds
When Night is almost done
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
When they come back – if Blossoms do
Whether my bark went down at sea
Which is best? Heaven
Who Court obtain within Himself
Who has not found the Heaven – below
While we were fearing it, it came
Why – do they shut Me out of Heaven?
Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Will there really be a “Morning”?
Within my reach!
Yesterday is History
You cannot make Remembrance grow
You know that Portrait in the Moon
You left me – Sire – two Legacies
You love me – you are sure
You said that I “was Great” – one Day
You taught me Waiting with Myself