| Title of Piece | Type |
| Young Fellow My Lad | Poetry |
| You Are Old Father William | Poetry |
| Ye Carpette Knyghte | Poetry |
| Yellow Warblers | Poetry |
| Yellow Clover | Poetry |
| Yak , The | Poetry |
| Yes Thou Art Gone | Poetry |
| Yvonne of Brittany | Poetry |
| Young and Old | Poetry |
| Ye Mariners of England | Poetry |
| Ye Flowery Banks (Bonie Doon) | Poetry |
| Youth and Art | Poetry |
| Youth and Calm | Poetry |
| Youth And Age | Poetry |
| Ye Old Mule | Poetry |
| Yet , Yet, Ye Downcast Hours | Poetry |
| Years Of The Modern | Poetry |
| Year That Trembled | Poetry |
| Year Of Meteors, 1859 '60 | Poetry |
| You Looked So Tempting In The Pew | Poetry |
| You may forget but | Poetry |
| You know the place: then | Poetry |
| Yes , Atthis, you may be sure | Poetry |
| Young Love | Poetry |
| You left me, sweet, two legacies,-- | Poetry |
| Youth And Age | Poetry |
| You Take My Hand | Poetry |
| Youth And Beauty | Poetry |
| You Ask Why Sometimes I Say Stop | Poetry |
| Your thoughts don't have words every day | Poetry |
| You cannot take itself | Poetry |
| You cannot make Remembrance grow | Poetry |
| Yesterday is History | Poetry |
| You Begin | Poetry |
| Your Book | Poetry |
| Your Hay It Is Mow'd, And Your Corn Is Reap'd | Poetry |
| You've seen Balloons set-Haven't You? | Poetry |
| You'll know Her-by Her Foot | Poetry |
| You taught me Waiting with Myself | Poetry |
| You said that I "was Great"-one Day | Poetry |
| You left me-Sire-two Legacies | Poetry |
| You constituted Time | Poetry |
| You Fit Into Me | Poetry |
| You'll find-it when you try to die | Poetry |
| You're right-"the way is narrow" | Poetry |
| Your Riches-taught me-Poverty | Poetry |
| You'll know it-as you know 'tis Noon | Poetry |
| You love the Lord-you cannot see | Poetry |
| You love me-you are sure | Poetry |
| You know that Portrait in the Moon | Poetry |
| You see I cannot see-your lifetime | Poetry |
| You cannot put a Fire out | Poetry |
| Ye Banks And Braes O'Bonnie Doon | Poetry |
| You'll love me yet!-and I can tarry | Poetry |
| Yes | Poetry |
| Your Poem | Poetry |
| Young Mother | Poetry |
| Young Fellow My Lad | Poetry |
| You And Me | Poetry |
| Yellow | Poetry |
| Young Sea | Poetry |
| Yes And No | Poetry |
| Young | Poetry |
| You, Doctor Martin | Poetry |
| Yes Yes | Poetry |
| You Mustn't Show Weakness | Poetry |
| You Can't Can Love | Poetry |
| Yeats Died Saturday In France | Poetry |
| You Asked How (formerly Even Now She Is Turning, Saying Everything I Always Wanted Her to Say) | Poetry |
| You Are Old, Father William | Poetry |
| Young Man's Song | Poetry |
| You, You Only, Exist | Poetry |
| You Who Never Arrived | Poetry |
| Yes! No! | Poetry |
| Year's End | Poetry |
| You Can Have It | Poetry |
| You | Poetry |
| Yad Mordechai | Poetry |
| Yesterday | Poetry |
| You're | Poetry |
| Years | Poetry |
| You Can Be A Republican, I'm A Genocrat | Poetry |
| You, Andrew Marvell | Poetry |
| Your Feet | Poetry |
| your little voice... (I) | Poetry |
| youful... (17) | Poetry |
| you shall above all things... (22) | Poetry |
| you said Is (XIII) | Poetry |
| you being in love... (XII) | Poetry |
| yonder deadfromtheneckup graduate... (V) | Poetry |
| yes is a pleasant country... (XXXVIII) | Poetry |
| You Will Hear Thunder | Poetry |
| You Thought I Was That Type | Poetry |