| I | I thought once how Theocritus had sung |
| II | But only three in all God’s universe |
| III | Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! |
| IV | Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor |
| V | I lift my heavy heart up solemnly |
| VI | Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand |
| VII | The face of all the world is changed, I think |
| VIII | What can I give thee back, O liberal |
| IX | Can it be right to give what I can give? |
| X | Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed |
| XI | And therefore if to love can be desert |
| XII | Indeed this very love which is my boast |
| XIII | And wilt thou have me fashion into speech |
| XIV | If thou must love me, let it be for nought |
| XV | Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear |
| XVI | And yet, because thou overcomest so |
| XVII | My poet thou canst touch on all the notes |
| XVIII | I never gave a lock of hair away |
| XIX | The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandize |
| XX | Beloved, my beloved, when I think |
| XXI | Say over again, and yet once over again |
| XXII | When our two souls stand up erect and strong |
| XXIII | Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead |
| XXIV | Let the world’s sharpness like a clasping knife |
| XXV | A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne |
| XXVI | I lived with visions for my company |
| XXVII | My own Beloved, who hast lifted me |
| XXVIII | My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! |
| XXIX | I think of thee!—my thoughts do twine and bud |
| XXX | I see thine image through my tears to-night |
| XXXI | Thou comest! all is said without a word |
| XXXII | The first time that the sun rose on thine oath |
| XXXIII | Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear |
| XXXIV | With the same heart, I said, I’ll answer thee |
| XXXV | If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange |
| XXXVI | When we met first and loved, I did not build |
| XXXVII | Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make |
| XXXVIII | First time he kissed me, he but only kissed |
| XXXIX | Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace |
| XL | Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours! |
| XLI | I thank all who have loved me in their hearts |
| XLII | My future will not copy fair my past |
| XLIII | How do I love thee? Let me count the ways |
| XLIV | Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers |
