Poems about worm
When One Has Failed To Put My Piece
death, but our rapt attention
the worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride,
a fear will urge it where
when one has failed to stop them
the loss had been to me
if joy to put my piece away
That Every Time I Condemned To Be
one little boat gave up its strife
i slew a worm the other day
i took the smallest room
that every time i wake
till both can see
and yet, it will not go
and i condemned to be
My Soul Accused Me And I Slew A
no fear of frost to come
but you have enough of those
to have a god so strong as that
make me a picture of the sun
i slew a worm the other day
i feared the sea too much
i'll say remember king
my soul accused me and i quailed
he waking finds the flower there
on here and there a creature
late when i take my place in summer
but something awkward in the fit
A Comb,
as if they just repressed
that calm is but a wall
and a suspicion, like a finger
the grass divides as with a comb,
and left the little angle worm
and one below this morning
there came one drop of giant rain,
it's cooler than the dawn
it's thoughts and just one heart
a little road not made of man
is not a controvertible
For Such An One Need Not Be A
contented as despair
when god remembered and the fiend
i came upon a worm
the day that i shall go
one need not be a house
for such an one as me
she's busy with an altered care
to know if he was patient part content
who till they died, did not alive become
i had been hungry, all the years
but death had told her so the first
how some one treated him;