- Adele! a name that kindled in the breast Adele
- Ah, talk to me of something else, I pray; The Sister of Death
- Allah is merciful, Allah is kind, The Song of Rain
- At eventide the Pilgrim came Renunciation
- At night on the radiant Rialto, Lilatu Laili
- Beneath the salvias, where some angel slew Beneath the Salvias
- Even through the City of the Dead she passed, The Cataclysm
- From the Mist of Arcana we rise, A Chant of Mystics
- God of the Distances, hear us— God of the Distances, Hear Us
- Grieve not, for I am near thee; Let Thine Eyes Whisper
- Hanem, we must have met before, Hanem
- Her sable robes the gloaming trails The House of Night
- Here are flowers, O my Beloved, Water and Flowers
- “Here she is: O take her not away so soon! Fardi wa Nafli
- Hold back thy lips, I pray; Near the Cascades
- How I did hold in deep contempt Retribution
- I languish in thy penetrating clasp, Dissolution
- I love thy color and thy symmetry; The Brass Bed
- I saw one day on the horizon grey, A Bed of Flame
- I saw Thee following me, The Fugitive
- I strolled upon the Brooklyn Bridge one day, It Was All for Him
- I walked along the countryside Reflections
- I walked into her Temple, as of yore The Pagan
- I wander among the hills of alien lands The Wanderer
- If I should worship at thine ancient shrine, Nectar and Blood
- In the grotto the forest designed, The Two Brothers
- In thy melancholy’s pensive Fancy To Abu’l-Ala
- Into this world they tell me I was sent My Burnoose
- Is ’t strange that in the cycle of his woes, After Reading King Lear
- Like yonder swallow, I would soar away— Three Golden Threads
- Long hast thou suffered, sister of my heart, Saada
- Long have I a word enshrined Rest
- Lulled in the purple darkness is my soul, The Sufi
- Must I convey at last the news to thee? Gone with the Swallows
- My far cry, though no one should echo— Ever to Be
- My heart ’s the field I sow for thee, A Sufi Song
- My soul and I, upon the peak Upon the Peak of Sanneen
- O Freedom, in thy cause I fought, O Freedom
- O kiss me now; the end is near The First and Last
- O Lord of Bounties, melt thy heaven’s breath, Prayer in the Desert
- O Master, I can not adventure with thee; The Lost Disciple
- O my Love, how long wilt thou continue Lebanus
- O, bleeding blossoms, tell, were my heart there— Stolen Salvias
- O, how the light drifts from the hemlock grove, Disarmed Desire
- O, sweet Sometime, the gardens bloom the while I wait; O, Sweet Sometime
- O, thou, who loved me once, A Peasant’s Song
- Of all my desert days A Better Woe
- Onward keep! Forget the self that cried: Onward Keep
- Outside the gates of night, above the moon, Thy Smile
- Over the White Way’s flood of light, The Towers and the Night
- Regardless of the cries of priests and sages Unadorned
- Sad, sad, sad— A Spring Dirge
- Said the folded Leaves upon the Heath The Fruits of Death
- Seek what you shall e’er possess, Badruddin
- She sits upon a rock along the stream The Road of Make-Believe
- She went out singing, and the poppies still She Went Out Singing
- ’T is but a score of hours when he didst swear Her First Sorrow
- ’T is Night; all the Sirens are silent, The Song of Siva
- The cricket to the corn-crake came one day, The Philistine
- The deed is done, O Kings: the blood is shed: The End and the Beginning
- The ghost of Winter stalks amidst the boughs Resurrection
- The Khamsin comes robed in the Lybian sands, In the Palm Groves of Memphis
- The moon hath said her sad good-bye, A Serenade
- The old gods and their slaves I’ve deserted; The God of My Goddess
- The shadow of thy curls I see In the Meadow
- The Tomb said to the Rose: The Tomb and the Rose
- The violets their soft, dark lashes part, Jealousy
- There was a rhapsody in all her moods, Andalusia
- There’s one upon whose youthful breast I fain would die: Midnight Mood
- Though cribbed and gyved, thou canst within thy walls To the Sonnet
- Though I’m God, thou art man, we are one, Allah wa Ana
- Thy love’s as tender as the drooping rose that sadly says to earth: O, Give Me Strength to Take
- To the Ruins of Palmyra this the “Flatiron” addrest: The “Flatiron” and the Ruins of Palmyra
- Upon the face of darkness beams my soul— A Nocturn
- When my parched lips upon thy princely brow, In Memory of E. M. El-K.
- When Othman’s sword, as Paleologue’s, is broken Constantinople
- When tears wash tears and soul upon soul leaps, Repentance
- When the spring boughs were told Independent Blossoms
- Why art thou so hushed and sad, From the Arabic
All poets.