- Her steps fall sweet as summer rain...
- With lathe of viewless hyaline...
- Fair as the light on fire-tipt hills...
- Dimly beheld, thou excellent...
- Never before has my ear heard...
- All day an ashen light serene...
- Sure in this realm of Sense and Time...
- I keep one picture in my heart...
- This golden-browed September land...
- I feel the season's dreamy call...
- Fresh sprig of greenest southernwood...
- A bird on sudden, as I write...
- Sunshine, O soul, is not a mood —...
- As on a hill-top near the sun...
- Love bows herself in holy prayer...
- Man's highest word, as God's above...
- The spirit firm and swelling soul...
- The ideal is a lifting sky...
- The flecks of gold that glorify...
- The “trees of God,” the prophet said...
- Across the hills the cattle call...
- If mighty angels fair and tall...
- There are no solitudes to view...
- Calm soul, unkindled by the sight...