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• W’en daih ’s chillun in de house, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
• W’en de banjos wuz a-ringin’, by James Weldon Johnson
• W’en de clouds is hangin’ heavy in de sky, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
• W’en de evenin’ shadders by Paul Laurence Dunbar
• W’en de leaves begin to fall, by James Weldon Johnson
• W’en ole Mister Sun gits tiah’d a-hangin’ by James Weldon Johnson
• W’en us fellers stomp around, makin’ lots o’ noise, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
• W’en you full o’ worry by Paul Laurence Dunbar
• wade by Marianne Moore
• Waes-hael for knight and dame! by Robert Stephen Hawker
• Wait till the Majesty of Death by Emily Dickinson
• Waiting, dreaming, waiting, by some flowing mystic rill, by Mary Alice Walton
• Wake, do you wake in the dark in the strange far place, by E. (Edith) Nesbit
• Wake, Israel, wake! Recall to-day by Emma Lazarus
• Wake: the silver dusk returning by A. E. Housman
• Waking in the night to pray, by George MacDonald
• Wal, Thanksgivin’ do be comin’ round. by Ezra Pound
• Walking at eve I met a little child by John Freeman
• Walking in bright Phoebus’ blaze, by Sir Philip Sidney
• Walking through trees to cool my heat and pain, by Robert Graves
• Walking, walking, oh, the joy of walking! by Robert Service
• Wall, no! I can’t tell whar he lives, by John Hay
• Waltz in, waltz in, ye little kids, and gather round my knee, by Bret Harte
• Wan February with weeping cheer, by Algernon Charles Swinburne
• Wandering late by morning seas by Herman Melville
• Wandering minstrel at my gate, by John L. Stoddard
• Want to trade me, do you, mistah? Oh, well, now, I reckon not, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
• War shook the land where Levi dwelt, by Edwin Arlington Robinson
• Warm in her Hand these accents lie by Emily Dickinson
• Warm perfumes like a breath from vine and tree by Rupert Brooke
• Warmed by her hand and shadowed by her hair by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
• Warped… gland-dry… by Lola Ridge
• Wars have been and wars will be by Robert Service
• Was ever a maiden so worried? by Ellis Parker Butler
• Was I a Samurai renowned, by William Ernest Henley
• Was it a chance that made her pause by Christina Rossetti
• Was it for this I uttered prayers by Edna St. Vincent Millay
• Was it the double of my dream by William Butler Yeats
• Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, by William Shakespeare
• Was that his step that sounded on the stair? by Sara Teasdale
• Was that the landmark? What,—the foolish well by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
• Was there a wind? by Lola Ridge
• Was there even a cause too lost, by Robert Frost
• Was this His coming! I had hoped to see by Oscar Wilde
• Was Time not harsh to you, or was he kind, by Sara Teasdale
• Wash of cold river by H. D.
• Wash your hands, or else the fire by Robert Herrick
• Wassail the trees, that they may bear by Robert Herrick
• Watch thou and fear; to-morrow thou shalt die. by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
• Watching the shadows, the fire-light shadows, by Madge Morris Wagner
• Watchword sublime of Rome’s imperial sage, by John L. Stoddard
• Water makes many Beds by Emily Dickinson
• Water, is taught by thirst. by Emily Dickinson
• Waves are the sea’s white daughters, by Sara Teasdale
• Waving slowly before me, pushed into the dark, by D. H. Lawrence
• Wax-white— by Amy Lowell
• Way up at the top of a big stack of straw by Eugene Field
• Waziya came down from the North— by Hanford Lennox Gordon
• We are a shadow and a shining, we! by George MacDonald
• We are anhungered after solitude, by Sara Teasdale
• We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; by Percy Bysshe Shelley
• We are as mendicants who wait by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey
• We are deceived by the shadow, we see not the by Don Marquis
• We are happy all the time by Vachel Lindsay
• We are old, by Lola Ridge
• We are scarcely one to seven, by Arthur Weir
• We are the Choice of the Will: God, when He gave the word by William Ernest Henley
• We are the hollow men by T. S. Eliot
• We are the music-makers, by Arthur William Edgar O’Shaughnessy
• We are the smirched. Queen Honor is the spotless. by Vachel Lindsay
• We are the toilers from whom God barred by Richard Burton
• We are they that go, that go, by Florence Wilkinson
• We are they who come faster than fate: we are they who ride early or late: by James Elroy Flecker
• We are told of a beautiful land of love, by Mary Alice Walton
• We are waging—can you doubt it? by Alice Duer Miller
• We ask that Love shall rise to the divine, by Corinne Roosevelt Robinson
• We bore him through the golden land, by George MacDonald
• We bore him to his boneyard lot by Robert Service
• We brought him in from between the lines: we’d better have let him lie; by Robert Service
• We burrowed night and day with tools of lead, by Charles Hamilton Sorley
• We came behind him by the wall, by G. K. Chesterton
• We can but follow to the Sun— by Emily Dickinson
• We cannot choose our sorrows. One there was by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
• We cannot know the indescribable face by Delmore Schwartz
• We caught the tread of dancing feet, by Oscar Wilde
• We chanced in passing by that afternoon by Robert Frost
• We checked our pace, the red road sharply rounding; by Bret Harte
• We couldn’t sit and study for the law; by Robert Service
• We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— by Emily Dickinson
• We do not clamour for vengeance, by E. (Edith) Nesbit
• We do not know the time we lose— by Emily Dickinson
• We do not play on Graves— by Emily Dickinson
• We Do’set, though we mid be hwomely, by William Barnes
• We don’t cry—Tim and I, by Emily Dickinson
• We doubt the word that tells us: Ask, by George MacDonald
• We dream—it is good we are dreaming— by Emily Dickinson
• We dress for mirrors, by Roland John
• We drop our dead in the sea, by Herman Melville
• We find your soft Utopias as white by Vachel Lindsay
• We first saw fire on the tragic slopes by Alan Seeger

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