Poems about subject
So He Let Me
not subject to despair
what if i file this mortal off
contenteder if once
i want was chief it said
that they have done expecting me
so he let me lead him in
The Sound Ones, Like The Instant That We
too near to heaven to fear
death doubts it argues from the ground
the instant that we meet
the sound ones, like the hills shall stand
we speculated fair, on every subject, but the grave
when it began, or if there were
both went to see,
all i may, if small,
if it be, i wake a bourbon,
oh if there may departing be
they leave us with the infinite,
and held my ears, and like a thief
while just a girl at school,
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
All This And Then A Day As Huge
not subject to despair
it cannot be my spirit
all this and more if i should tell
i had not had but for yourself
the life is thick i know it!
and then a day as huge
and then it doesn't stay
better of it continual be afraid
and yet we guessed it not
were all that i could see