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464 How easily my neighbor chants his creed, 180. How strange the musician's memory, never wrong, 390. How strange to look upon the life beyond, 230. How to the singer comes the song? 253. How wonderful and sweet, 452.

I am a woman—therefore I may not, 98. I am the spirit of the morning sea, 73. I asked me: what in all the world so odd, 421. I asked you to read my poem, so shameless was I, 420. I awoke in the morning not knowing, 445. I called you once to the sea, 325. I came to a great city. Palaces, 298. I care not if the skies are white, 147. I count my time by times that I meet thee, 32. I dreamed a rose; it bloomed, 440. I dreamed a tender and mysterious dream, 419. I flung a stone into a grassy field, 94. I give this token to the son of him, 349. I heard the bells of Bethlehem ring, 243. I knew the Rucellai had choice of villas, 295. I know a girl—she is a poet's daughter, 123. "I know," he said, 110. I know not if I love her overmuch, 4. I know thou art not that brown mountain-side, 22. I like her gentle hand that sometimes strays, 4. I like your book, my boy, 133. I looked from the window with hungry eyes, 452. I love her gentle forehead, 19. I met a traveler on the road, 7. I pray thee, dear, think not alone of me, 23. I read that, in his sleep, the poet died, 332. I read the poet's verses by the stream, 454. I remember, 307. I sat in the crowded theater. The first notes, 120. I saw not the leaf, 223. I see it all; my soul the dregs hath drunk, 369. I thought I knew the mountain's every mood, 150. I thought in Egypt, Death was more than Life, 299. I thought in Syria, Life was more than Death, 300. I thought this day to bring to thee, 24. I will be brave for thee, dear heart; for thee, 14. I would that in the verse she loved some word, 140. I would that my words were as my fingers, 20. If ever flashed upon this mortal scene, 215. If Jesus Christ is a man, 53. If, lest thy heart betray thee, 305. If, one great day, the God I see 457. If songs were perfume, color, wild desire, 210. If you wish, go be a pig, 421. In a far, lonely land at last I came, 401.