There's no wind along these seas, 290
There was a strife 'twixt man and maid, 81
There was never a Queen like Balkis, 191
There were three friends that buried the fourth, 85
These are the Four that are never content, that have
never been filled since the Dews began, 248
These were my companions going forth by night, 69
The Stranger within my gate, 100
The stream is shrunk--the pool is dry, 246
The torn boughs trailing o'er the tusks aslant, 133
The Weald is good, the Downs are best, 9
The wind took off with the sunset, 254
The wolf-cub at even lay hid in the corn, 84
The World hath set its heavy yoke, 32
They burnt a corpse upon the sand, 33
They killed a child to please the Gods, 132
They shut the road through the woods, 6
This I saw when the rites were done, 79
This is the mouth-filling song of the race that was run
by a Boomer, 186
Three things make earth unquiet, 124
Thrones, Powers, Dominions, Peoples, Kings, 94
To-night, God knows what thing shall tide, 34
To the Heavens above us, 164

Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised, 136

Valour and Innocence, 196
Veil them, cover them, wall them round, 247