Poems about limit
The Last Night That She Breathed Against
because she breathed against
the last night that she lived
it was the limit of my dream
he found my being set it up
had it remained to speak
so short way off it seems
and then the wharf is still!
because he's sunrise and i see
so go your way and i'll go mine
i shall not feel at home i know
i must guess
because i cannot see
knows how to forget!
so you could see what moved them so
the dying need but little, dear,
Why It
be limited by ignorance
but just for one to stipulate
but do one face us suddenly
that when i could not find it
i had not had but for yourself
and why it was so still
and would not let the seconds by
these adjust that ran to meet us
the other only hear
conviction might, of me
the summer grace, for notice strove
that they will cheat the sight
"that must have been the sun!"
How Short It Would Split His Table's
offended by the wind
could i do more for thee
by means of it in god's ear
the brain is deeper than the sea
of all the birds that be
of the seasons and the sun,
i never saw the sea;
i never saw before
it was the limit of my dream
and this of all my hopes
his table's spread too high for us
for it would split his heart, to know it
how short it takes to make a bride
just a look at the horses
the purple could not keep the east,