[Indifference]
I said,—for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come,—

[Witch-Wife]
She is neither pink nor pale,

[Blight]
Hard seeds of hate I planted

[When the Year Grows Old]
I cannot but remember

[Sonnets]

[I]
Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,—no,

[II]
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied

[III]
Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring,

[IV]
Not in this chamber only at my birth—

[V]
If I should learn, in some quite casual way,