Poems about fortune
The Hills Have A Thief Quick Startled
justified through calvaries of love
of all the birds that be
and life would all be spring!
when choice of life is past
her polar time behind
himself to him a fortune
grief is a thief quick startled
the hills have a way then
then eddies like a rose away
but turning back 'twas slow
and would not let the seconds by
each little doubt and fear,
The Surrender Mine For Not A Fortune
others must resist
himself to him a fortune
had been legible to me
a doubt if it be fair indeed
and after that is none
and the surrender mine
his merit all my fear
like mine for not a foot nor hand
Is A Book I Have A Book I
seen magic through the fright
tall like the stag would that?
a book i have a friend gave
but then his house is but a step
is a too established fortune
some one the sum could tell,
a star not far enough to seek
its little fate to stipulate
its past enlightened to perceive
that if the spirit like to hide