Now	Clown in the Moon	Elegy
On No Work of Words	Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night	Not From This Anger
Fern Hill	Among those killed in the dawn raid was a man aged a hundred	Holy Spring
Love in the Asylum	Once it was in the colour of saying	Was There a Time
	Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month
	Lie still, sleep becalmed
	Especially when the October wind
	The Hand that signed the paper felled a city