| Sonnets on Love XIII "Give me a place to stand," Archimedes said, |
| How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43) How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. |
| When You are Old When you are old and grey and full of sleep, |
| True Love In silence the heart raves. It utters words |
| My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130) My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun |
| As I Walked Out One Evening As I walked out one evening, |
| To Dorothy You are not beautiful, exactly |
| Epithalamium In the middle garden is the secret wedding |
| syntax and if |
| Wild Nights – Wild Nights! (249) Wild Nights! - Wild Nights! |
| Who Shall Doubt consciousness / in itself |
| I Love You When April bends above me |
| Two Loves I dreamed I stood upon a little hill |
| Answer to a Child's Question Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove |
| It Was Raining In Delft A cornerstone. Marble pilings. Curbstones and brick. |
| In Passing On the Canadian side, we're standing far enough away |
| True Love Your sickness made me |
| June Light Your voice, with clear location of June days |
| A Ditty My true-love hath my heart, and I have his |
| What Was Told, That What was said to the rose that made it open was said |
| Paradise Lost, Book IV, Lines 639–652 With thee conversing I forget all time |
| Dependants How good we are for each other, walking through |
| Midwinter Day [Excerpt] I write this love as all transition |
| A Drinking Song Wine comes in at the mouth |
| The Love Unfeigned O Yonge fresshe folkes, he or she |
| Invitation to Love Come when the nights are bright with stars |
| somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond |
| Love All thoughts, all passions, all delights |
| Credo I believe there is something else |
| Dear Tiara I dreamed I was a mannequin in the pawnshop window |
| Miss Sally on Love In my time, I was a girl who like to spree |
| Lullaby Lay Your Sleeping head, my love, |
| Elegy in Joy [excerpt] We tell beginnings: for the flesh and the answer |
| I think I should have loved you presently (Sonnet IX) I think I should have loved you presently |
| Ode, Aubade And the morning, too, |
| Yours I am yours as the summer air at evening is |
| Whom You Love The man whose throat blossoms with spicy chocolates |