| Trees I think that I shall never see |
| Traveling through the Dark Traveling through the dark I found a deer |
| Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, |
| Pied Beauty Glory be to God for dappled things-- |
| Birches When I see birches bend to left and right |
| February: The Boy Breughel The birches stand in their beggar's row: |
| The Darkling Thrush I leant upon a coppice gate |
| Song of Nature Mine are the night and morning, |
| Four Poems for Robin I slept under rhododendron |
| The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead |
| maggie and milly and molly and may maggie and milly and molly and may |
| Butterfly Catcher In the Sixties |
| Kentucky River Junction Clumsy at first, fitting together |
| October (section I) Is it winter again, is it cold again, |
| Crossings Between forest and field, a threshold |
| Naskeag Once a day the rocks, with little warning— |
| The Leaves I can bless a death this human, this leaf |
| Two Butterflies went out at Noon— (533) Two Butterflies went out at Noon |
| Spontaneous Me Spontaneous me, Nature |
| Russian Birch Is it agony that has bleached them to such beauty? Their stand |
| In Michael Robins’s class minus one At the desk where the boy sat, he sees the Chicago River |
| Of Many Worlds in This World Just like as in a nest of boxes round |
| God's World O world, I cannot hold thee close enough |
| Pastoral Something in the field is |
| The Wind and the Moon Said the Wind to the Moon, "I will blow you out |
| The Gladness of Nature Is this a time to be cloudy and sad |
| Farewell Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river |