Poems about license
That Some There's A Door
who own esteem the opulence
presence is his furthest license
but prayer remained our side
so strong to know
to rest to rest would be
we must an anguish pay
i could not bear the bees should come,
the grass so little has to do
that i could fear a door
then there's a pair of us don't tell!
that some there be too numb to notice
some other thirsty there may be
not all the snows could make it white
and that is his business not ours