Poems about escape
The Mystery,
the soul has moments of escape
we took the mystery,
was once supposed to turn,
with just the grant to do
Glee The Soul Has Moments Of Escape
their faces upon god
the soul has moments of escape
glee the great storm is over
if one wake at midnight better
The Privilege
the soul has moments of escape
a heaven of heavens the privilege
the soul should stand in awe
the soul so close on paradise
The Life Is Thick I Had The Glory
as misery
the soul has moments of escape
i had the glory that will do
the life is thick i know it!
i got so i could take his name
show me them said i
nor myself to him by accent
contenteder if once
if he fear to swerve
and the earth they tell me
Were All Life To Know Each Other
contented as despair
and as escapeless quite
and then 'twas otherwise
neither could be heard
three times we parted breath and i
were all that i could see
but should the play
what will become of me?
you are sure there's such a person
that we but recollect the one
no one to teach me that new grace
all life to know each other
you said it hurt you most
A Fog For Say Whose Sake?
escape from circumstances
a fog for say whose sake?
there's plunder where
itself can rest upon
May Pause, And Disappear
i'm not ashamed of that
my best was gone to sleep
so sick to guess
perhaps i couldn't
not to cry tim and i
i saw no way the heavens were stitched
may be easier reached this way
and as escapeless quite
come, and disappear
the maimed may pause, and breathe,
so long i fainted, to myself
i had rather dwell like her
i just wear my wings
"was It Conscious When It Conscious When
the soul has moments of escape
and "was it conscious when it stepped
as pride were all it could
the waiting then will seem so worth
As Escapeless Quite
nature hesitate before
when lovers be afar
nowhere to hide my dazzled face
provided it do hopeless hang
as yet my heart be dry
and as escapeless quite
as small they say as i
he'd climb if he could!
if love be just beyond
when was it can you tell
till both can see
but solemnest to know
to wonder what myself will say,
Just For One To Stipulate
be of me afraid,
he will tell me what "peter" promised
they'd judge us how
but just for one to stipulate
because there was a winter once
because escape is done
done
just we two meet
i think a little well like mine
closer so i at my sleeping
As Our Idea
escape from circumstances
then to him who bear
i could suffice for him, i knew
we question if the man
that at the last, it should not be a novel agony
yet was not the foe of any
as fair as our idea
it is the ultimate of talk
Is As The Just Our Thought,
the soul has moments of escape
as the stars you knew last night
is as it had not been
i have a king, who does not speak
and then, as if the hands
the pearl the just our thought,
first at the vat and latest at the vine
Just See If It Be Even
insert the thing that caused it
a passage back or two to make
to wait an hour is long
a doubt if it be fair indeed
just see if i troubled them
because escape is done
i too if he
too plummetless that it return
that hunch themselves between
we could not grasp its segment
she could not find her yes
somehow, it will be even