My New-Cut Ashlar

My Nosegays Are For Captives;

My November Guest

My Paradise

My Part

My Paw Said So

My People

My People

My Period Had Come For Prayer

My Picture

My Picture-Callery

My Piney Wood

My Plan

My Poetry

My Polar Star

My Portion Is Defeat—today

My Pretty Rose Tree

My Prisoner

My Prophet Mohammad

My Proud Pa

My Religion

My Religion

My Reward For Being, Was This

My Rival

My Rival

My River Runs To Thee

My Rocking-Chair

My Room

My Rules

My Sad Self

My Secret. (From The French Of Felix Arvers)

My Shadow

My Ship And I

My Ships

My Shy Hand

My Sister Laura

My Son

My Song

My Song-Bird Is Tired

My Songs

My Sorrow

My Sort O’ Man

My Soul And I

My Soul—accused Me—and I Quailed

My Spectre Around Me Night And Day

My Spirit Will Not Haunt The Mound

My Spouse Nancy

My Star

My Suicide

My Swan, Let Us Fly

My Sweet Brown Gal

My Tails

My Teacher Wasn’T Half As Nice As Yours Seems To Be

My Thankfull Heart With Glorying Tongue

My Treasures