Written In Germany, On One Of The Coldest Days Of The Century

Written In March

Written In The Cottage Where Burns Was Born

Written In Very Early Youth

Written On A Blank Space

Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer’s Tale Of The Flowre And The Lefe

Written On A Summer Evening

Written On The Day That Mr Leigh Hunt Left Prison

Written Out [1]

Written Upon A Blank Leaf In

Written With A Pencil Upon A Stone In The Wall Of The House, On The Island At Grasmere

Xvii (I Do Not Love You…)

Yaddo : The Grand Manor

Yadwigha, On A Red Couch, Among Lillies

Yarrow Revisited

Yarrow Unvisited

Yarrow Visited

Ye Agents

Ye Banks And Braes O’Bonnie Doon

Ye Carpette Knyghte

Ye Flowery Banks

Ye Flowery Banks (Bonie Doon)

Ye Jacobites By Name

Year Of Meteors, 1859 ’60

Year That Trembled

Year’s End,

Yearning

Years After The War In Australia

Years Of The Modern

Yellow

Yes , The Dead Speak To Us

Yes Yes

Yes, It Was The Mountain Echo

Yes! Thou Art Fair, Yet Be Not Moved

Yesterday

Yesterday

Yesterday And To-Morrow

Yesterday And Today Xii

Yesterday Is History

Yet At The Last

Yet Do I Marvel

Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours

Yew-Trees

Yon Wild Mossy Mountains

You

You

You And I

You And Me

You And Your Body

You and your whole race

You Are Always In My Thoughts

You Are My Drunkenness

You Are My Food And Water

You Are My Half Moon

You Are Old Father William