Having a wheel and four legs of its own

He is said to have been the Last Red Man

He saw her from the bottom of the stairs

Her teacher’s certainty it must be Mabel

Here come the line-gang pioneering by

Hill Wife, The

Hillside Thaw, A

Home Burial

Housekeeper, The

How countlessly they congregate

Hundred Collars, A

Hyla Brook

I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening

I didn’t make you know how glad I was

I dwell in a lonely house I know

I had for my winter evening walk—

I had withdrawn in forest, and my song

I left you in the morning,

I let myself in at the kitchen door

I slumbered with your poems on my breast

I stayed the night for shelter at a farm

I walked down alone Sunday after church

I went to turn the grass once after one

I wonder about the trees

If tired of trees I seek again mankind,

In a Vale

In Equal Sacrifice

In Neglect

In the Home Stretch

Into My Own

It is blue-butterfly day here in spring,

It was far in the sameness of the wood;

It went many years,

I’m going out to clean the pasture spring;

I’ve known ere now an interfering branch

Lancaster bore him—such a little town,

Late Walk, A

Line-Gang, The

Line-Storm Song, A

Lockless Door, The A

Love and a Question

Love has earth to which she clings

Lovers, forget your love,

Maple

Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table

Meeting and Passing

Mending Wall

Misgiving

MOUNTAIN INTERVAL

Mountain, The

Mowing

My Butterfly

My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree

My November Guest

My Sorrow, when she’s here with me

Need of Being Versed in Country Things, The

Never tell me that not one star of all

NORTH OF BOSTON

Not to Keep

Nothing to say to all those marriages!

Now close the windows and hush all the fields;

Now Close the Windows

O hushed October morning mild,

October

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;

“Oh, let’s go up the hill and scare ourselves,

Old Man’s Winter Night, An

On a Tree Fallen Across the Road

Once on the kind of day called “weather breeder,”

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,

One ought not to have to care

Onset, The

Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs

“Out, Out—”

Out through the fields and the woods

Out walking in the frozen swamp one grey day

Oven Bird, The

Pan came out of the woods one day,—

Pan with Us

Pasture, The

Patch of Old Snow, A

Paul’s Wife

Pea Brush

Place for a Third

Plowmen

Prayer in Spring, A

Putting in the Seed

Range-Finding

Reluctance

Revelation

Road Not Taken, The

Rose Pogonias

Self-Seeker, The

Servant to Servants, A

She stood against the kitchen sink, and looked

Snow

Some say the world will end in fire,