
| Title of Piece | Prose or Poetry |
| Within the Circuit of This Plodding Life | Poetry |
| What's the Railroad to Me | Poetry |
| They Who Prepare my Evening Meal Below | Poetry |
| The Summer Rain | Poetry |
| The Moon | Poetry |
| The Inward Morning | Poetry |
| Smoke | Poetry |
| Sic Vita | Poetry |
| Rumors from an Aeolian Harp | Poetry |
| Prayer | Poetry |
| Pray to What Earth | Poetry |
| On Fields O'er Which the Reaper's Hand has Passed | Poetry |
| Low-Anchored Cloud | Poetry |
| Let such pure hate still underprop | Poetry |
| Inspiration | Poetry |
| Indeed, indeed, I cannot tell | Poetry |
| I Knew A Man By Sight | Poetry |
| I am the autumnal sun | Poetry |
| Friendship | Poetry |
| Epitaph On The World | Poetry |
| Conscience | Poetry |