Poems about sailor
When Too Appalled To Stir
when too appalled to stir
so sailors say on yesterday
how larger be?
but the success was his it seems
For I Could Take
myself felt ill and odd
so sailors say on yesterday
be of me afraid,
as much of noon as i could take
her warm return, if so she chose
for i had worn it, every day,
unwearied, all the summer long,
the wind didn't come from the orchard today
and when the sung go down
and shame went still
I Think The Days Could Take It
and entertain despair
hands not so stout hoisted them in witness
like mine for not a foot nor hand
i think the days could every one
perhaps he doesn't know the house
that there be standing here
could take it
we might e'en divide
when cogs stop that's circumference
a still volcano life
so sailors say on yesterday
show me them said i
what if i say i shall not wait!
if i were half so fine myself
for i was once a child