- NEXT near a shore whose wooded hills...
- ‘ TWAS dull and gray, the marsh that lay...
- THE vision passed as glides a star...
- AN isle with rugged, rock-bound shore...
- LIKE some pure thought, by unknown lips let fall...
- THE sweet brook-song was scarcely o'er...
- FAR up the slopes of Tamalpais...
- THE singer in a little boat...
- GRIM Alcatraz! Thou sentinel...
- A SOUVENIR OF SAN FRANCISCO BAY
- * TAILPIECE *
- * JILL BASSETT *
- * YOUNG NIGHT *
- * DUST *
- * TO ANTHEA’ S BOSOM *
- * THE CIRCLE *
- * SONG FOR THE SPHERES *
- * THE SEA SCOUTS *
- * THE MOTOR CAR *
- * THE LOVER *
- * THE GOOD GIRL *
- * THE HUNTING *
- * MOON-MOTH *
- * TO A BAT *