| Richard Cory Whenever Richard Cory went down town |
| Facing It My black face fades, |
| Memorial Day for the War Dead Memorial day for the war dead. Add now |
| Ozymandias I met a traveller from an antique land |
| September 1, 1939 I sit in one of the dives |
| Easter 1916 I have met them at close of day |
| The Second Coming Turning and turning in the widening gyre |
| I measure every Grief I meet (561) I measure every Grief I meet |
| In Louisiana The long, gray moss that softly swings |
| Alabanza: In Praise of Local 100 Alabanza. Praise the cook with the shaven head |
| Hum The days are beautiful |
| A Litany |
| The Stolen Child Where dips the rocky highland |
| Stillbirth On a platform, I heard someone call out your name |
| Assault to Abjury Rain commenced, and wind did |
| On His Deceased Wife Me thought I saw my late espousèd Saint |
| Lycidas Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more |
| Surprised By Joy Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind |
| Requiescat Strew on her roses, roses |
| Against Elegies James has cancer. Catherine has cancer |
| Rose Aylmer Ah, what avails the sceptred race |