| She Weeps Over Rahoon | | English | Poem |
| [He who hath glory lost, nor hath] | | English | Poem |
| [Strings in the earth and air] | | English | Poem |
| [O sweetheart, hear you] | | English | Poem |
| [I hear an army charging upon the land] | | English | Poem |
| [Though I thy Mithridates were] | | English | Poem |
| [Be not sad because all men] | | English | Poem |
| Flood | | English | Poem |
| [Love came to us in time gone by] | | English | Poem |
| On the Beach at Fontana | | English | Poem |
| [What counsel has the hooded moon] | | English | Poem |
| [Bright cap and streamers] | | English | Poem |
| Alone (James Joyce poem) | | English | Poem |
| [O cool is the valley now] | | English | Poem |
| Tutto è sciolto | | English | Poem |
| [My love is in a light attire] | | English | Poem |
| [When the shy star goes forth in heaven] | | English | Poem |
| [At that hour when all things have repose] | | English | Poem |
| [Silently she’s combing] | | English | Poem |
| [Bid adieu, adieu, adieu] | | English | Poem |
| Simples | | English | Poem |
| [In the dark pine-wood] | | English | Poem |
| [Thou leanest to the shell of night] | | English | Poem |
| [Go seek her out all courteously] | | English | Poem |
| [All day I hear the noise of waters] | | English | Poem |
| [Because your voice was at my side] | | English | Poem |
| [Lightly come or lightly go] | | English | Poem |
| [Of that so sweet imprisonment] | | English | Poem |
| [This heart that flutters near my heart] | | English | Poem |
| [Who goes amid the green wood] | | English | Poem |
| [Sleep now, O sleep now] | | English | Poem |
| Watching the Needleboats at San Sabba | | English | Poem |
| Nightpiece | | English | Poem |
| [Rain has fallen all the day] | | English | Poem |
| [Lean out of the window] | | English | Poem |
| [Now, O now, in this brown land] | | English | Poem |
| [Winds of May, that dance on the sea] | | English | Poem |
| [Gentle lady, do not sing] | | English | Poem |
| [O, it was out by Donnycarney] | | English | Poem |
| [From dewy dreams, my soul, arise] | | English | Poem |
| [My dove, my beautiful one] | | English | Poem |
| A Prayer (James Joyce poem) | | English | Poem |
| A Flower Given to My Daughter | | English | Poem |
| [The twilight turns from amethyst] | | English | Poem |
| [I would in that sweet bosom be] | | English | Poem |
| Bahnhofstrasse | | English | Poem |
| A Memory of the Players in a Mirror at Midnight | | English | Poem |
| Gas from a Burner | | English | Poem |
| [Dear heart, why will you use me so?] | | English | Poem |