_Tenebris_, 40 _That Hill_, 109 The baker’s boy delivers loaves, 58 The band of Gideon roam the sky, 103 The bitterness of days like these we know, 138 The breath of life imbued those few dim days, 70 The calabash wherein she served my food, 200 The calm, 151 The dandelion stares, 229 The day is a Negro, 129 The fruit of the orchard is over-ripe, Elaine, 169 The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn, 81 The hills are wroth; the stones have scored, 165 The night is beautiful, 150 The night was made for rest and sleep, 142 Then the golden hour, 168 There is a coarseness, 214 There is a tree, by day, 40 There was a man, 11 The sass’fras tea is red and clear, 56 The sky hangs heavy tonight, 122 The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue, 95 The sky was blue, so blue that day, 45 The very acme of my woe, 76 They have dreamed as young men dream, 77 This is the debt I pay, 9 This lovely flower fell to seed, 186 Thou art not dead, although the spoiler’s hand, 123 Three students once tarried over the Rhine, 17 Through the pregnant universe, 84 Thunder of the Rain God, 152 Time sitting on the throne of Memory, 32 ’Tis queer, it is, the ways to men, 39 _To a Certain Lady, in Her Garden_, 136 _To a Certain Woman_, 178 _To a Dark Girl_, 157 _To an Icicle_, 110 _To a Persistent Phantom_, 113 _To a Young Girl Leaving the Hill Country_, 165 To climb a hill that hungers for the sky, 219 Today I saw a thing of arresting poignant beauty, 71 To fling my arms wide, 149 _To John Keats, Poet, at Springtime_, 184 _To Lovers of Earth: Fair Warning_, 182 “To meet and then to part,” 225 _To Melody_, 204 TOOMER, JEAN, 93 _Touché_, 66 Touch me, touch me, 38 _Tragedy of Pete, The_, 11 _Transformation_, 124 _Tree Design, A_, 170 _Triviality, A_, 209 _True Love_, 213 Twin stars through my purpling pane, 46 Upstairs on the third floor, 221 _Walls of Jericho, The_, 106 Way down South in Dixie, 147 _Way-side Well, The_, 15 _Ways o’ Men, The_, 39 We are not come to wage a strife, 171 We ask for peace. We, at the bound, 38 WEEDEN, LULA LOWE, 225 Well, son, I’ll tell you, 151 Were you a leper bathed in wounds, 77 We shall not always plant while others reap, 183 _We Wear the Mask_, 8 _What Do I Care for Morning_, 216 _What Need Have I for Memory?_, 80 What! Roses growing in the meadow, 59 When face to face we stand, 43 When first you sang a song to me, 157 _When I am Dead_, 80 When I come down to sleep death’s endless night, 25 _When I Die_, 62 _When the Green Lies Over the Earth_, 41 When we count out our gold at the end of the day, 75 _White Witch, The_, 22 _Wild Goat, The_, 87 _Wild Roses_, 59 WILLIAMS, LUCY ARIEL, 201 _Winter Twilight, A_, 46 Within a native hut, 197 _Words! Words!_, 65 _Yet Do I Marvel_, 182 You are disdainful and magnificent, 217 _Your Hands_, 44 _Your Songs_, 157 Your words dropped into my heart, 91 You were a sophist, 156 * * * * *