- A spray of pine-needles, Nullo
- African Guardian of Souls, Conversion
- Black reapers with the sound of steel on stones Reapers
- Boll-weevil’s coming, and the winter’s cold, November Cotton Flower
- Come, brother, come. Lets lift it; Cotton Song
- Full moon rising on the waters of my heart, Evening Song
- Hair— Face
- Hair—braided chestnut, Portrait in Georgia
- I am a reaper whose muscles set at sundown. All my oats are cradled. Harvest Song
- My body is opaque to the soul. Prayer
- Pour O pour that parting soul in song, Song of the Son
- The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue Georgia Dusk
- Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Storm Ending
- whisper of yellow globes Her Lips Are Copper Wire
- Within this black hive to-night Beehive
All poets.