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| A childhood land of mountain ways | 159 |
| A few clouds float across the grand blue sky | 305 |
| After the war—I hear men ask—what then? | 423 |
| A league and a league from the trenches—from the traversed maze of the lines | 293 |
| A leaping wind from England | 243 |
| A little flock of clouds go down to rest | 252 |
| All night in a cottage far | 174 |
| All that a man might ask thou hast given me, England | 259 |
| All the hills and vales along | 256 |
| All the thin shadows | 106 |
| Ambassador of Christ you go | 314 |
| And now, while the dark vast earth shakes and rocks | 169 |
| Another land has crashed into the deep | 108 |
| As I lay in the trenches | 202 |
| As I was walking with my dear, my dear come back at last | 137 |
| As I went walking up and down | 127 |
| A slope of summer sprinkled over | 347 |
| A song of hate is a song of Hell | 94 |
| A sudden swirl of song in the bright sky | 47 |
| As when the shadow of the sun's eclipse | 144 |
| Awake, ye nations slumbering supine | 142 |
| A wind blew out of the Prussian plain | 60 |
| A wingèd death has smitten dumb thy bells | 240 |
| A year ago in Carnival | 239 |
| Because for once the sword broke in her hand | 79 |
| Bees hummed and rooks called hoarsely outside the quiet room | 391 |
| Before, before he was aware | 261 |
| Before I knew, the Dawn was on the road | 165 |