| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| A Love Song | Oh haste, my Sweet! Impatient now I wait, | | 9 | 96 |
| A Pagan Prayer | Lord of all Life! When my hours are done, | | 20 | 79 |
| A Song | Love maketh its own summer time, | | 8 | 92 |
| A Song | 0 heart of mine - if I were but a swallow | | 8 | 90 |
| A Song Of Love | Love reckons not by time - its May days of delight | | 10 | 85 |
| A Song Of Poppies | I love red poppies! Imperial red poppies! | | 16 | 83 |
| A Song Of Roses | Tis time to sing of roses: of roses all ablow, | | 15 | 94 |
| A Song Of Summer Days | As pearls slip off a silken string and fall into the sea, | | 6 | 90 |
| A Southern Lullaby | Little honey baby, shet yo' eyes up tight; | | 28 | 93 |
| April | April! April! April! | | 16 | 85 |
| At Dawn | Turn to thy window in the silver hour | | 8 | 80 |
| At Midnight | Turn Thou the key upon our thoughts, dear Lord, | | 24 | 81 |
| At The Play | Just above the boxes and where the high lights fall | | 24 | 75 |
| Christmas | With all the little children, far and near, | | 24 | 134 |
| Common-Wealth | Give thanks, my soul, for the things that are free! | | 18 | 79 |
| Don Cupid | Oh! little pink and white god of love, | | 8 | 71 |
| Gulls | When the mist drives past and the wind blows high, | | 25 | 82 |
| Hallowe'en | Hark! Hark to the wind! 'Tis the night, they say, | | 15 | 88 |
| Heaven | Not with the haloed saints would Heaven be | | 24 | 91 |
| In Egypt | It was the Angel Azrael the Lord God sent below | | 190 | 72 |
| In Solitude | He is not desolate whose ship is sailing | | 16 | 77 |
| Jean De Breboeuf | As Jean de Breboeuf told his rosary | | 97 | 80 |
| Kismet | Love came to her unsought, | | 20 | 74 |
| Lilacs | In lonely gardens deserted - unseen | | 24 | 81 |
| Nocturne | Infold us with thy peace, dear moon-lit night, | | 20 | 95 |
| November | How like a hooded friar, bent and grey, | | 21 | 74 |
| Paeans | Oh! I will hold fast to Joy! | | 20 | 74 |
| Prairie | Where yesterday rolled long waves of gold | | 20 | 86 |
| Request (To E. M.) | Sing me a song - a song to ease old sorrows, | | 28 | 69 |
| Saints | The Saints of Thy great Church, 0 Christ, | | 30 | 92 |
| Sea-Born | Afar in the turbulent city, | | 20 | 87 |
| Sir Henry Irving | No more for thee the music and the lights, | 1905 | 28 | 76 |
| The Angel | Down the white ward with slow, unswerving tread | | 40 | 80 |
| The Call | Across the dusty, foot-worn street | | 24 | 72 |
| The Climber | He stood alone on Fame's high mountain top, | | 28 | 68 |
| The Crow | Hail, little herald! - Art thou then returning | | 32 | 74 |
| The Daisy | An angel found a daisy where it lay | | 16 | 80 |
| The Fairy Clock | Silver clock! O silver clock! tell to me the time o' day! | | 21 | 77 |
| The Gleaner | As children gather daisies down green ways | | 20 | 71 |
| The Harp | Across the wind-swept spaces of the sky | | 18 | 86 |
| The Heart Courageous | Who hath a heart courageous | | 16 | 72 |
| The Knight-Errant | Keen in his blood ran the old mad desire | | 40 | 103 |
| The Lily-Pond | On this little pool where the sunbeams lie, | | 18 | 80 |
| The Lonely Road | We used to fear the lonely road | | 42 | 76 |
| The Miracle | Up from the templed city of the Jews, | | 116 | 74 |
| The Opal Month | Now cometh October - a nut-brown maid, | | 24 | 73 |
| The Petition | Sweet April! from out of the hidden place | | 20 | 76 |
| The Robin | Little brown brother, up in the apple tree, | | 20 | 72 |
| The Rover | Though I follow a trail to north or south, | | 30 | 73 |
| The Sea-Shell | Oh, fairy palace of pink and pearl | | 10 | 132 |
