| Title | Author | Year |
|---|
| 19. [It is a Beauteous Evening, Calm ... | William Wordsworth | 1807 |
| 2. [The sun has long been set,] | William Wordsworth | 1807 |
| A Clear Midnight | Walt Whitman | 1892 |
| A Prophecy: To George Keats in America | John Keats | 1900 |
| Above the Dock | T. E. Hulme | 1912 |
| Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight | Vachel Lindsay | 1914 |
| All Souls' Night, 1917 | Hortense King Flexner | 1920 |
| At Night | Yone Noguchi | 1920 |
| Bed in Summer | Robert Louis Stevenson | 1885 |
| Conversation Galante | T. S. Eliot | 1917 |
| Dawn | John Gould Fletcher | 1917 |
| Dream-Time | Ella Higginson | 1898 |
| Dusk in Autumn | Sara Teasdale | 1907 |
| Elegy | D. H. Lawrence | 1916 |
| Evening | H. D. | 1916 |
| Hallucination | F. S. Flint | 1917 |
| Hymn to the Night | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | 1839 |
| In the Still, Star-Lit Night | Elizabeth Drew Stoddard | 1895 |
| Meeting at Night | Robert Browning | 1845 |
| Moonrise | Gerard Manley Hopkins | 1918 |
| Moonrise | H. D. | 1917 |
| Mother Night | James Weldon Johnson | 1922 |
| My Lantern | Marianne Moore | 1910 |
| Night | H. D. | 1916 |
| Night Fell | Florence Ripley Mastin | 1918 |
| Nocturne | Alfred Kreymborg | 1916 |
| November Night | Adelaide Crapsey | 1915 |
| Rhapsody on a Windy Night | T. S. Eliot | 1917 |
| Ships That Pass in the Night | Paul Laurence Dunbar | 1899 |
| Solitare | Amy Lowell | 1919 |
| Summer Night, Riverside | Sara Teasdale | 1915 |
| Summer Stars | Carl Sandburg | 1920 |
| The Embankment | T. E. Hulme | 1912 |
| The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock | T. S. Eliot | 1917 |
| The Night Is Still | Edith Matilda Thomas | 1887 |
| To Night | Percy Bysshe Shelley | 1821 |
| To Sleep | John Keats | 1900 |
| To a Star Seen at Twilight | John Rollin Ridge | 1868 |
| We'll Go No More a-Roving | William Ernest Henley | 1893 |
| Window | Carl Sandburg | 1916 |
| Windy Nights | Robert Louis Stevenson | 1913 |
| Winter | Walter de la Mare | 1906 |
| Written on the Banks of the Arun | Charlotte Smith | 1785 |
| [The grass is beneath my head] | F. S. Flint | 1917 |