- A governor it was proclaimed this time, The Generations of Men
- A lantern light from deeper in the barn The Fear
- A plow, they say, to plow the snow. Plowmen
- All crying “We will go with you, O Wind!” Misgiving
- Always the same, when on a fated night The Onset
- Before man came to blow it right The Aim Was Song
- Builder, in building the little house, The Kitchen Chimney
- From where I lingered in a lull in March Evening in a Sugar Orchard
- Having a wheel and four legs of its own The Grindstone
- He halted in the wind, and—what was that A Boundless Moment
- He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Home Burial
- Her teacher’s certainty it must be Mabel Maple
- I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening The Census-Taker
- I didn’t make you know how glad I was A Servant to Servants
- I had for my winter evening walk— Good Hours
- I let myself in at the kitchen door. The Housekeeper
- I met a lady from the South who said New Hampshire
- I slumbered with your poems on my breast To E. T.
- I staid the night for shelter at a farm Two Witches
- I stay; An Empty Threat
- I’m going out to clean the pasture spring; The Pasture
- I’ve known ere now an interfering branch The Axe-Helve
- It is blue-butterfly day here in spring, Blue-Butterfly Day
- It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm Our Singing Strength
- It was long I lay I Will Sing You One-O
- It went many years, The Lockless Door
- Lancaster bore him—such a little town, A Hundred Collars
- Love and forgetting might have carried them Two Look at Two
- Love at the lips was touch To Earthward
- Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table The Death of the Hired Man
- My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree After Apple-Picking
- Nature’s first green is gold, Nothing Gold Can Stay
- Never tell me that not one star of all A Star in a Stone-Boat
- Nothing to say to all those marriages! Place for a Third
- Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey’s Ears and Some Books
- Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall, The Runaway
- Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs For Once, Then, Something
- Out walking in the frozen swamp one grey day The Wood-Pile
- Some say the world will end in fire, Fire and Ice
- Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, Mending Wall
- Spades take up leaves Gathering Leaves
- The farm house lingers, though averse to square A Brook in the City
- The house had gone to bring again The Need of Being Versed in Country Things
- The living come with grassy tread In a Disused Graveyard
- The mountain held the town as in a shadow The Mountain
- The sound of the closing outside door was all. The Valley’s Singing Day
- The tree the tempest with a crash of wood On a Tree Fallen Across the Road
- The way a crow Dust of Snow
- The west was getting out of gold, Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter
- There were three in the meadow by the brook The Code
- They sent him back to her. The letter came Not to Keep
- This saying good-bye on the edge of the dark Good-Bye and Keep Cold
- To drive Paul out of any lumber camp Paul’s Wife
- To think to know the country and not know A Hillside Thaw
- We chanced in passing by that afternoon The Black Cottage
- What tree may not the fig be gathered from? Wild Grapes
- Whose woods these are I think I know. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
- Why make so much of fragmentary blue Fragmentary Blue
- “Willis, I didn’t want you here today: The Self-Seeker
- “You know Orion always comes up sideways. The Star-Splitter
- “You ought to have seen what I saw on my way Blueberries
All poets.