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LYRICS AND REVERIES
In Front of the Landscape Channel Firing The Convergence of the Twain The Ghost of the Past After the Visit To Meet, or Otherwise The Difference The Sun on the Bookcase “When I set out for Lyonnesse” A Thunderstorm in Town The Torn Letter Beyond the Last Lamp The Face at the Casement Lost Love “My spirit will not haunt the mound” Wessex Heights In Death divided The Place on the Map Where the Picnic was The Schreckhorn A Singer asleep A Plaint to Man God’s Funeral Spectres that grieve “Ah, are you digging on my grave?” SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCES I. At Tea II. In Church III. By her Aunt’s Grave IV. In the Room of the Bride-elect V. At the Watering-place VI. In the Cemetery VII. Outside the Window VIII. In the Study IX. At the Altar-rail X. In the Nuptial Chamber XI. In the Restaurant XII. At the Draper’s XIII. On the Death-bed XIV. Over the Coffin XV. In the Moonlight LYRICS AND REVERIES(continued) Self-unconscious The Discovery Tolerance Before and after Summer At Day-close in November The Year’s Awakening Under the Waterfall The Spell of the Rose St. Launce’s revisited POEMS OF 1912?13 The Going Your Last Drive The Walk Rain on a Grace “I found her out there” Without Ceremony Lament The Haunter The Voice His Visitor A Circular A Dream or No After a Journey A Death-ray recalled Beeny Cliff At Castle Boterel Places The Phantom Horsewoman MISCELLANEOUS PIECES The Wistful Lady The Woman in the Rye The Cheval-Glass The Re-enactment Her Secret “She charged me” The Newcomer’s Wife A Conversation at Dawn A King’s Soliloquy The Coronation Aquae Sulis Seventy-four and Twenty The Elopement “I rose up as my custom is” A Week Had you wept Bereft, she thinks she dreams In the British Museum In the Servants’ The Obliterate Tomb “Regret not me” The Recalcitrants Starlings on the Roof The Moon looks in The Sweet Hussy The Telegram The Moth-signal Seen by the Waits The Two Soldiers The Death of Regret In the Days of Crinoline The Roman Gravemounds The Workbox The Sacrilege The Abbey Mason The Jubilee of a Magazine The Satin Shoes Exeunt Omnes A Poet Postscript |