Poems about sleet
Winter, Were Lie To Mend Her Gave Me
and entertain despair
and then he closes up
and so to mend her gave me work
to look at her how slowly
tell which it's dull to guess
winter, were lie to me
such bliss had i for all the years
i shall not feel the sleet then
just see if i troubled them
that you never do it
i could not hope for mine
i must guess
But Not So Ample Yesterday
unto like story trouble has enticed me
i struggled and was there
the lost day's face
far ends of tired days
but, were it two
what plenty it would be
that felt so ample yesterday
but not so soon
i shall not feel the sleet then
and carried, i supposed to heaven,
and then, i brake my life and lo,
and yet i was a living child
would cost me just a life!
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
The Sleet Then
yet was not the foe of any
i shall not feel the sleet then
unto the scene that we do not
neither place need i present him
forgive me, if the grave come slow
the distance would not haunt me so
so short way off it seems
it was not sickness then
he hurts a little, though
some things that stay there be
came once a world did you?