Poems about tip
As Far As Death This Time, Consciously, Of
more imminent than pain
slow night that must be watched away
to hold our senses on
to that repealless thing
but just for one to stipulate
to nowhere seemed to go
some keep the sabbath going to church
for whom, the time did not suffice
but this time, consciously, of grace
he hurts a little, though,
if you remember, and were saved
and carried it to god
better than new could be for that
as far as death this way
Why It Was So Rejoice?
what thou dost not despair
does so rejoice?
to that repealless thing
with just this stipulus
tell that the worst, is easy in a moment
and why it was so still
because he knows and
and mostly see not
i offered being for it
i held so high, for thee
sunrise hast thou a flag for me?
a wisdom without face or name,
what, and if, ourself a bridegroom
but, had you looked in
If Any Sink, Assure That At The Last,
upon my thronging mind
and it will ache contented on
caresses and is gone
and i tip drunken
i deem that i with but a crumb
if any sink, assure that this, now standing
all this and more if i should tell
that gathered this, today!
that at the last, it should not be a novel agony
did you ever look in a cannon's face
and let you from a dream
Just For One To Stipulate
be of me afraid,
he will tell me what "peter" promised
they'd judge us how
but just for one to stipulate
because there was a winter once
because escape is done
done
just we two meet
i think a little well like mine
closer so i at my sleeping
Since The Sole Ear I Could Make A
a stranger he must be
if god could make a visit
would never be believed
without design that i could trace
since the sole ear i cared to charm
to wear that perfect pearl
to justify the dream
its little fate to stipulate
Who Till They Sight The Land
oh, could you catch her last refrain
some know him whom we knew
then how the grief got sleepy some
this put away
i've known her from an ample nation
but just for one to stipulate
he comes just so far toward the town
as wrecked men deem they sight the land
if town it have beyond itself
and he would come again
who till they died, did not alive become
i too if he
i offered being for it
it was not sickness then
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!"
Is A Book I Have A Book I
seen magic through the fright
tall like the stag would that?
a book i have a friend gave
but then his house is but a step
is a too established fortune
some one the sum could tell,
a star not far enough to seek
its little fate to stipulate
its past enlightened to perceive
that if the spirit like to hide
Across The Flame Tip-down And Ask,
his hands? she had to look, and ask,
as he went out and in to fetch the cows
like stanchions in the barn, from floor to ceiling,
and a cellar in which the daylight falls,
and wished her heart in a case of gold
he discovers that the greatness of love lies not in forward-looking
with one stroke of your finger in the middle,
of something interposed between their sight
the swarm dilating round the perfect trees,
a narrow passage all the way around,
it put the flame tip-down and dabbed the grass
this saying good-bye on the edge of the dark
across the lines of straighter darker trees,
before the coming of the snow,