Poems about judgment
Because He Knows How To Give Your Core
and fear is like the one
but this, must be a different wealth
be judgment what it may
not subject to despair
forgive me, if the grave come slow
did i not take it from the ways
and let you from a dream
to give your core a look
and no man is the one
it is not of the bird
that we but recollect the one
because he knows it cannot speak
where dawn knows how to be
Stopped Struck My Reason Life
if haply she might not despise
i shall not feel the sleet then
sun if shone or storm if shattered
never yet consumed
and judgment twinkled too
stopped struck my tickling through
my reason life
Is It Would Be Gone
for fear it would be gone
they're here, though; not a creature failed
if one care to, that is,
what day be dark to me
and if the further heaven
and no man is the one
when choice of life is past
is it dead find it
as small they say as i
till we are helped
if we were true
yet have no art to say
to hands i cannot see
if i should cease to bring a rose
in it wait till judgment break
As It Was His It May
of our immortal mind
and that is his business not ours
but the success was his it seems
as it has usual done
which door is mine and not
or is this death's experiment
but the fir is where declare
be judgment what it may
it was not for me