Page:The poems of Richard Watson Gilder, Gilder, 1908.djvu/499

What do you know of me, my gentlest one! 338.
What domes and pinnacles of mist and fire, 228.
What is a sonnet? 'T is the pearly shell, 134.
What is her playing like? 118.
What is her playing like? 119.
What makes the garden grow, 456.
What shall we name it, 311.
What strange, fond trick is this mine eyes are playing! 261.
What, then, is Life—what Death? 181.
What, then, shall make these songs of mine more real, 381.
What think you of the Table Round, 433.
What tragic loss! but, O, what gain sublime, 453.
What would I save thee from, dear heart, dear heart? 13.
What would I win thee to? dear heart and true! 13.
When at life's last the stricken player lies, 212.
When Christ cried: "It is done!" 176.
When fell the first great sorrow of my life, 454.
When fell, to-day, the word that she had gone, 331.
When from this mortal scene, 207.
When I am dead and buried, then, 80.
When I was a child joyfully I ran, 375.
When in the golden western summer skies, 69.
"When in the morning you wake," 443.
When in the starry gloom, 50.
When late I heard the trembling 'cello play, 257.
When late in summer the streams run yellow, 81.
When love dawned on that world which is my mind, 62.
When on that joyful sea, 19.
When on thy bed of pain thou layest low, 157.
When shall true love be love without alloy, 9.
When some new thought of love in me is born, 18.
When that great shade into the silence vast, 206.
When the girls come, 441.
When the great organs, answering each to each, 211.
When the last doubt is doubted, 28.
When the last movement fell, I thought: Ah, me! 388.
When the true poet comes, how shall we know him? 132.
When the war fleet puts to sea, 446.
When to sleep I must, 66.
When with their country's anger, 273.
Where led the bright and blameless plume, 302.
While joy-bells are ringing, 279.
While others hedged, or silent lay, 304.
White, pillared neck; a brow to make men quake, 170.
Who are the men that good men most despise? 269.
Who builds the state? Not he whose power, 342.
Winds to the silent morn, 234.
Wise Rembrandt! thou couldst paint, and thou alone, 244.
With wild surprise, 126.
Within the second dolorous circle where, 26.