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- What need you, being come to sense, by William Butler Yeats
- What needs complaints, by Robert Herrick
- What needs my Shakespear for his honour’d Bones, by John Milton
- What nymph should I admire or trust, by Matthew Prior
- What of her glass without her? The blank grey by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
- What of the faith and fire within us by Thomas Hardy
- What of the silence of the keys by Lola Ridge
- What on Earth deserves our trust? by Katherine Philips
- What other woman could be loved like you, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
- What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? by Wilfred Owen
- What perfumed, posie-dizened sirrah, by Eugene Field
- What place so strange,—though unrevealed snow by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
- What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, by William Shakespeare
- What power disbands the Northern Lights by Herman Melville
- What puts me in a rage is by Robert Service
- What says the wind to the waving trees? by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- What sayst thou, traveller, of all thou saw’st afar? by Paul Verlaine
- What shall be said of this embattled day by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
- What shall I be?—I will be a knight by George MacDonald
- What shall I bring you, sweet? by John Charles McNeill
- What shall I do for the land that bred me, by Gerard Manley Hopkins
- What shall I do when the Summer troubles— by Emily Dickinson
- What shall I do with this absurdity— by William Butler Yeats
- What shall I do—it whimpers so— by Emily Dickinson
- What shall we do with Margery? by Christina Rossetti
- What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? by Conrad Aiken
- What shape so furtive steals along the dim by John Myers O’Hara
- What ship, puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning? by Walt Whitman
- What should I be but a prophet and a liar, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
- What should I say? by Sir Thomas Wyatt
- What slender Youth bedew’d with liquid odours by John Milton
- What smouldering senses in death’s sick delay by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
- What Soft—Cherubic Creatures— by Emily Dickinson
- What sort of man is coming by William Butler Yeats
- What sovereign good shall satiate man’s desires, by Thomas Gent
- What strength! what strife! what rude unrest! by Joaquin Miller
- What sudden blaze of song by John Keble
- What sudden bugle calls us in the night by Louis Untermeyer
- What sweet relief the showers to thirsty plants we see, by Nicholas Grimald
- What sweeter music can we bring, by Robert Herrick
- What syllable are you seeking, by Wallace Stevens
- What sylvan god was worshipped here? by John L. Stoddard
- What tenements of clover by Emily Dickinson
- What they undertook to do by William Butler Yeats
- What things for dream there are when spectre-like, by Robert Frost
- What tho’ no sculptur’d monument proclaim by Robert Southey
- What though my voice cease like a moan o’ the wind? by Thomas Runciman
- What though my words glance sideways from the thing by George MacDonald
- What though the moon should come by Orrick Johns
- What though, for showing truth to flattered state, by John Keats
- What time I paced, at pleasant morn, by Sidney Lanier
- What time the gifted lady took by Dorothy Parker
- What time the meanest brick and stone by Vita (Victoria) Sackville-West
- What torture lurks within a single thought by Amy Lowell
- What touch is like the Spring’s? by Hattie Howard
- What Twigs We held by— by Emily Dickinson
- What was he doing, the great god Pan, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
- What was his life, back yonder by Don Marquis
- What was it filled my youthful dreams, by Bret Harte
- What was it the Engines said, by Bret Harte
- What was the blackest sight to me by Robert Service
- What was the spell she wove for me? by E. (Edith) Nesbit
- What waspish whim of Fate by Eleanor Rogers Cox
- What we see we know somewhat by Emily Dickinson
- What we, when face to face we see by Arthur Hugh Clough
- What went ye out to see by John Keble
- What woman hugs her infant there? by William Butler Yeats
- What words are these have fall’n from me? by Alfred Lord Tennyson
- What would I ask the kindly fates to give by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- What would I choose to see when I by Robert Service
- What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through, by Christina Rossetti
- What would I give to see his face? by Emily Dickinson
- What would you see, if I took you up by George MacDonald
- What would’st thou have for easement after grief, by Archibald Lampman
- What you have been, ev’n such have I before, by Anne Bradstreet
- What! and not one to heave the pious sigh! by Robert Southey
- What’s become of Waring by Robert Browning
- What’s in that cupboard, Mary? by Robert Graves
- What’s in the brain that ink may character by William Shakespeare
- What’s riches to him by William Butler Yeats
- What’s the best thing in the world? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
- What’s the use o’ folks a-frownin’ by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- What, can these dead bones live, whose sap is dried by Emma Lazarus
- Whate’er is Born of Mortal Birth, by William Blake
- Whate’er you dream, with doubt possessed, by Arthur Hugh Clough
- Whatever I have said or sung, by Alfred Lord Tennyson
- Whatever it is—she has tried it— by Emily Dickinson
- Whe-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh! by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey
- When a daffodil I see, by Robert Herrick
- When a dream is born in you by Robert Graves
- When a friend calls to me from the road by Robert Frost
- When a girl’s sixteen, and as poor as she’s pretty, by Robert Service
- When a Lover is a Beggar by Emily Dickinson
- When a man gits on his uppers in a hard-pan sort of town, by Robert Service
- When a woman looks up at you with a twist about her eyes, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs, by Carl Sandburg
- When all around grew drear and dark, by George Gordon Lord Byron
- When all desire at last and all regret by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
- When all is done, and my last word is said, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- When all my gentle friends had gone by James Elroy Flecker
