INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

Dark house, by which once more I stand
Dear friend, far off, my lost desire

113

224

30

289

178

91

21

314

Dip down upon the northern shore
Doors, where my heart was used to beat

Dost thou look back on what hath been
Do we indeed desire the dead

Fair ship, that from the Italian shore
From art, from nature, from the schools

Heart-affluence in discursive talk

He past; a soul of nobler tone

Her eyes are homes of silent prayer
He tasted love with half his mind
High wisdom holds my wisdom less
How fares it with the happy dead?
How many a father have I seen
How pure at heart and sound in head

I cannot love thee as I ought

I cannot see the features right

I climb the hill: from end to end