Each poem in this list of contents is followed by two dates. The first date is the probable date of the earliest known manuscript; the second is the date of first publication.
That Love is all there is (?, 1914)
Exultation is the going (c. 1859, 1890)
I have never seen ‘Volcanoes’ (c. 1860, 1945)
An awful Tempest mashed the air (c. 1860, 1891)
It’s such a little thing to weep (c. 1860, 1896)
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers version of (1861, 1890)
There’s a certain Slant of light (c. 1861, 1890)
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (c. 1861, 1896)
That after Horror – that ’twas us (c. 1861, 1935)
A Clock stopped (c. 1861, 1896)
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset (c. 1861, 1896)
The Soul selects her own Society (c. 1862, 1890)
The Murmur of a Bee (c. 1860, 1890)
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants (c. 1874, 1891)
He fumbles at your Soul (c. 1862, 1896)
I’ll tell you how the Sun rose (c. 1860, 1890)
After great pain, a formal feeling comes (c. 1862, 1929)
I dreaded that first Robin, so (c. 1862, 1891)
I went to Heaven (c. 1862, 1891)
I saw no Way – The Heavens were stitched (c. 1862, 1935)
’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch (c. 1862, 1945)
If What we could – were what we would (c. 1862, 1914)
The Months have ends – the Years – a knot (c. 1862, 1935)
The Wind – tapped like a tired Man (c. 1862, 1891)
Sweet – safe – Houses (c. 1862, 1945)
I died for Beauty – but was scarce (c. 1862, 1890)
I heard a Fly buzz – when I died (c. 1862, 1896)
The Red – Blaze – is the Morning (c. 1862, 1945)
A Solemn thing within the Soul (c. 1862, 1945)
Civilization – spurns – the Leopard! (c. 1862, 1945)
This World is not Conclusion (c. 1862, 1896)
It was not Death, for I stood up (c. 1862, 1891)
The Soul has Bandaged moments (c. 1862, 1945)
Departed – to the Judgment (c. 1862, 1890)
I think the Hemlock likes to stand (c. 1862, 1890)
I tried to think a lonelier Thing (c. 1862, 1945)
The Heart asks Pleasure – first, (c. 1862, 1890)
I fear a Man of frugal Speech (c. 1862, 1929)
One Crucifixion is recorded – only (c. 1862, 1945)
The Brain, within its Groove (c. 1862, 1890)
It knew no lapse, nor Diminution (c. 1862, 1945)
There is a pain – so utter (c. 1862, 1929)
A still – Volcano – life (c. 1862, 1929)
The Brain – is wider than the Sky (c. 1862, 1896)
One need not be a Chamber – to be Haunted (c. 1863, 1891)
The Soul that hath a Guest (c. 1863, 1914)
I’ll send the feather from my Hat! (c. 1861, 1894)
‘Speech’ – is a prank of Parliament (c. 1862, 1894)
Victory comes late (c. 1863, 1891)
I sometimes drop it, for a Quick (c. 1863, 1935)
Because I could not stop for Death (c. 1863, 1890)
Four Trees – upon a solitary Acre (c. 1863, 1945)
Bloom upon the Mountain – stated (c. 1863, 1914)
My Soul – accused me – And I quailed (c. 1863, 1929)
My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun (c. 1863, 1929)
Presentiment – is that long Shadow – on the Lawn (c. 1863, 1890)
The Loneliness One dare not sound (c. 1863, 1945)
Through the strait pass of suffering (c. 1863, 1891)
When One has given up One’s life (c. 1864, 1945)
Banish Air from Air (c. 1864, 1945)
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies (c. 1864, 1945)
I stepped from Plank to Plank (c. 1864, 1896)
Crisis is a Hair (c. 1864, 1945)
To my quick ear the Leaves – conferred (c. 1864, 1896)
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate (c. 1864, 1945)
Fairer through Fading – as the Day (c. 1864, 1945)
It is an honorable Thought (c. 1864, 1896)
The Chemical conviction (c. 1864, 1945)
A narrow Fellow in the Grass (c. 1865, 1866)
There is no Silence in the Earth – so silent (c. 1865, 1945)
Further in Summer than the Birds (c. 1866, 1891)
The Crickets sang (c. 1866, 1896)
Shall I take thee, the Poet said (c. 1868, 1945)
The Day grew small, surrounded tight (c. 1869, 1945)
Great Streets of silence led away (c. 1870, 1891)
The Clouds their Backs together laid (c. 1870, 1890)
The Past is such a curious Creature (c. 1871, 1896)
A Deed knocks first at Thought (c. 1872, 1891)
Like Rain it sounded till it curved (c. 1872, 1945)
To flee from memory (c. 1872, 1945)
The Butterfly in honored Dust (c, 1873, 1915)
To pile like Thunder to its close (c. 1873, 1914)
A Wind that rose (c. 1873, 1932)
I think that the Root of the Wind is Water (c. 1874, 1914)
It sounded as if the Streets were running (c. 1877, 1891)
Could mortal lip divine (c. 1877, 1894)
A Route of Evanescence (c. 1879, 1891)
How happy is the little Stone (c. 1881, 1891)
The life that tied too tight escapes (c. 1881, 1945)
As imperceptibly as Grief (c. 1865, 1891)
Those – dying then (c. 1882, 1945)
How slow the Wind (c. 1883, 1894)
There came a Wind like a Bugle (c. 1883, 1891)
By homely gift and hindered Words (c. 1883, 1955)
A World made penniless by that departure (c. 1885, 1945)
A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork (c. 1884, 1945)
The right to perish might be thought (?, 1914)
A face devoid of love or grace (?, 1896)
Did life’s penurious length (?, 1945)
Drowning is not so pitiful (?, 1896)
Love can do all but raise the Dead (?, 1945)
The waters chased him as he fled (?, 1945)
The reticent volcano keeps (?, 1896)
Experiment escorts us last (c. 1870, 1945)