London : A. & C. Black, 1929.
126 p.  6 x 4 in.
Notes: 115th Thousand.

Poems of Passion.

1. A Fallen Leaf
2. To Men
3. Moon and Sea
4. A Lovers' Quarrel
5. Communism
6. The Common Lot
7. Individuality
8. 'The Beautiful Blue Danube'
9. Answered
10. The Duet
11. Delilah
12. Change
13. A Waltz-Quadrille
14. Love's Coming
15. Ad Finem
16. Progress
17. Beyond
18. Solitude
19. The Beautiful Land of Nod
20. I Will Be Worthy of It
21. Resolve

Poems of Pleasure.

1. Women and War
2. Poverty and Wealth
3. Settle the Question Right
4. True Charity
5. Speech
6. The Birth of the Opal
7. Two Loves
8. The Way of It
9. Angel or Demon
10. Three and One
11. Love Much
12. One of Us Two
13. Two Sinners
14. Answered Prayers
15. Whatever Is--Is Best
16. Recompense
17. A Grey Mood
18. Women
19. Refuted
20. A Pin
21. The Actor

Poems of Power.

1. I am
2. Wishing
3. Womanhood
4. Morning Prayer
5. The Traveller
6. Begin the Day
7. Smiles
8. The River
9. Which Are You?
10. Does It Pay?
11. Noblesse Oblige
12. My Ships
13. Life is a Privilege
14. World's Need

Poems of Cheer.

1. Worth While
2. A Song of Life
3. Guerdon
4. 'Momus,' God of Laughter
5. Warning
6. A Leaf
7. By-and-By
8. To Marry or Not To Marry

Kingdom of Love.

1. Kingdom of Love
2. Platonic
3. A Holiday
4. A Baby in the House
5. The Rape of the Mist
6. The Two Glasses
7. As You Go Through Life
8. The Signboard

Poems of Progress.

1. The Voice
2. Remembered
3. Time Enough
4. The Masquerade
5. Realization
6. Completion

Poems of Sentiment.

1. Two Women
2. It Will All Come Out Right
3. Two Roses
4. The Yellow-Covered Almanac
5. The Little White Hearse
6. The Law

Poems of Experience.

1. Pardoned Out
2. The London 'Bobby'
3. Christ Crucified
4. Voice of the Voiceless
5. At Bay
6. Father

Maurine.

1. All Roads That Lead to God Are Good
2. Over the Banisters
3. The Story
4. Christian's New Year Prayer
5. Philosophy
6. 'Carlos'

Yesterdays.

1. An Empty Crib
2. Only a Slight Flirtation
3. At the Hop
4. A Suggestion

Dost dream the poet ever speaks aloud 
His secret thought unto the listening crowd? 

Go take the murmuring sea-shell from the shore-- 
You have its shape, it's colour--and no more. 

It tells not one of those vast mysteries 
That lie beneath the surface of the seas. 

Our songs are shells, cast out by waves of thought,
Here, take them at your pleasure; but think not 

You've seen beneath the surface of the waves, 
Where lie our shipwrecks, and our coral caves.