Was There A Time

Washerwife

Washerwoman

Washington’s Monument, February, 1885

Wastebasket Brother

Watching The Crows

Water

Water Lilies

Water Lily

Water Makes Many Beds

Water-Fowl Observed Frequently Over The Lakes Of Rydal And Grasmere

Water-gardening in an Old Farm Dam

Water, Is Taught By Thirst

Watercolor Of Grantchester Meadows

Waterfall At Lu-Shan

Wavy

Way That Lovers Use, The

Wayfarers, The

We Ain’T Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain

We And They

We Are As The Flute

We Are Getting To The End

We Are Made One with What We Touch and See

We Are Many

We Are Seven

We Are The People Who Once Sacrificed Their Lives

We Are To Play The Game Of Death

We Can But Follow To The Sun

We Cannot Change

We Cover Thee—sweet Face

We Do Not Play On Graves

We Don’T Cry—tim And I

We Dream – it Is Good We Are Dreaming

We Fought For – South Of The Walls

We Grow Accustomed To The Dark

We Had Him

We Learned The Whole Of Love

We Like March, His Shoes Are Purple,

We Lose—because We Win

We Lying By Seasand

We May Live Together

We Met As Sparks—diverging Flints

We Miss Her, Not Because We See

We Need A Few More Optimists

We Outgrow Love, Like Other Things

We Play At Paste,

We Pray&Mdash;To Heaven

We Real Cool

We Refugees

We See&Mdash;Comparatively

We Should Not Mind So Small A Flower

We Talk Of Taxes…

We Talked As Girls Do

We Thirst At First—’Tis Nature’s Act

We Two Boys Together Clinging