Poems about danger
Bereft I Was Of What I Was Of
danger! what is that to her?
just felt the world go by!
to know just how he suffered would be dear
bereft i was of what i knew not
To Me
from him and holy ghost and all
to look upon her like alive
how prayer would feel to me
to tell him it is noon, abroad
but they that go,
therefore, as one returned, i feel
like one in danger; cautious,
Somehow, It
for fear their yellow gown
and ask my business there,
the wind didn't come from the orchard today
than life had done before it
somehow, it will be even
to see if it was there
but there is no gratitude
danger! what is that to her?
who know but we
not yet, our eyes can see
so, i could buy it
can i, therefore, stay away?
i reason, earth is short
nor ever now so sweet
'twas Face To Guess
who danger and the dead had faced,
'twas face to face with nature forced
that frightened but an hour
so sick to guess
As We Who Danger And The Dead Had
who danger and the dead had faced,
and when i looked again
the only shows i see
he found my being set it up
i never thought to see
i thought how yellow it would look
so short way off it seems
as we who never can
while he was making one
i never put it down
But Solemnest To Him, It Just Begin?
to him, it would be death
but solemnest to know
but could not make it feel,
or did it just begin?
danger! what is that to her?
For You Know,
who danger and the dead had faced,
when he was mean and new
too little way the house must lie
there yet remains a love
this world is not conclusion,
and what itself, will say to me
for you served heaven you know,
include us as they go
Who Danger And The World, Will Have Its
who danger and the dead had faced,
where he turned so, and i turned how
time feels so vast that were it not
and rooms where those to be alive
the world, will have its own to do
how many times they bore the faithful witness
that dull benumbing time
no message, but a sigh
I Haven't Quite The Ecstasy
there is a shame of nobleness
there was no malady
that others could exist
better will be the ecstasy
danger! what is that to her?
that love is life
that every time i wake
i haven't quite the strength now
i know a place where summer strives
Could Exist
the danger to be sane
you cannot fold a flood
to hands i cannot see
to think just how the fire will burn
i should not fear the fight!
did they come back no more?
that others could exist
could it be madness this?
when there's no one here
me stop to prove it now
alike to him one
If He Had Come So Near
but make no syllable like death
mistress is "not at home" to say
danger! what is that to her?
except the heaven had come so near
supposed that he had come to dwell
if he were living dare i ask
a fog for say whose sake?
if he were living dare i ask
Where His Job, When He Loves;
she let him look, sure that he wouldn't see,
and then he'd crow as if he thought that child's play
where his job, when he wasn't selling tickets,
in time, had she not realized her danger
the sound was behind me instead of before,
of bending like a sword across the knee,
a sort of catch-all full of attic clutter,
more blameless in the sense of being less
the more of right the more he loves;
a moment sought in air his flower of rest,
the mower in the dew had loved them thus,
yet for them the lilac renewed its leaf,
Across The Other Go On Black Ground A
like a white piece of rigid satin cloth
and on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow,
'twas a nest full of young birds on the ground
the disappearing last of him
across the sill from the outer gloom,
and tripped the body, shot the spirit on
and let the other go on a way,
on his particular time and personal sight,
some good perhaps to someone in the world,
he resolves to become intelligible, at least to himself, since there
they tried to keep him clothed, but he paraded
thus till he had them almost feeling dared
in time, had she not realized her danger
with what was another man's work for gain,