Page:The poems of Richard Watson Gilder, Gilder, 1908.djvu/494

Love, Love, my love, 30.
Love me not, Love, for that I first loved thee, 14.
Lovelier, lovelier this place, 452.
Love's look finds loveliness in all the world, 254.

Many the names, the souls, the faces dear, 310.
Many the songs of power the poet wrought, 129.
Maria mia! all in white, 418.
Me mystic? Have your way! 257.
Men grow old before their time, 137.
Midway the valley, fronting the flusht morn, 437.
Mother and Child! There is no holier sight, 330.
Mother of heroes, she—of them who gave, 331.
Mountains and valleys! dear ye are to me, 259.
Mountains in whose vast shadows live great names, 391.
Mourn for his death, but for his life rejoice, 332.
Music beneath the Stars! remembering him, 458.
My chimney is builded, 82.
My love for thee doth march like armèd men, 12.
My love grew with the growing night, 23.
My songs are all of thee, what tho' I sing, 35.
Myriads of souls from out the unknown vast, 448.

Navies nor armies can exalt the state, 164.
Nine years to heaven had flown, 93.
No bugle on the blast, 207.
No heavenly maid we here behold, 52.
"No, no," she said, 262.
No song-bird, singing, soaring, 285.
No verses I can bring her, 345.
Not alone in pain and gloom, 174.
Not from the whole wide world I chose thee, 31.
Not here, but somewhere, so men say, 262.
Not his to guide the ship while tempests blow, 118.
Not ignoble are the days of, 315.
Not wreaths alone, for him who wins the fight, 349.
Not yet the orchard lifted, 75.
November winds, blow mild, 92.
Now is the city great! That deep-voiced bell, 269.
Now who can take from us what we have known, 62.
Now you who rhyme, and I who rhyme, 141.

O birds of Westland, singing on, 458.
O, dear is the song of the pine, 220.
O ease my heart, sad song, O ease my heart! 213.
O, father's gone to market-town, he was up before the day, 76.
O gates of ice! long have ye held our loved ones, 107.
O, give me music in the twilight hour! 384.
O glorious Sabbath sun, thou art, 307.
O highest, strongest, sweetest woman-soul! 36.
O, how shall I help to right the world that is going wrong! 112.