Poems about business
Somehow, It
for fear their yellow gown
and ask my business there,
the wind didn't come from the orchard today
than life had done before it
somehow, it will be even
to see if it was there
but there is no gratitude
danger! what is that to her?
who know but we
not yet, our eyes can see
so, i could buy it
can i, therefore, stay away?
i reason, earth is short
nor ever now so sweet
"my Business But A Boundless Place To Me
and fear is like the one
as that the slave is gone,
while he was making one
he forgot and i remembered
i shan't need it then
you will know i'm trying
how they will tell the story
some that never lay
and let him hear it drip
it was a boundless place to me
"my business but a life i left
where was once a room
so miserable a sound at first
All The Universe To Know!
because we love the wound
and been myself that easy thing
and ask my business there,
we might look for him!
the universe to know!
this just makes out the morning sky,
and all the dead lie down,
good to know, and not tell,
grew by the fact, and not the understanding
it was as if a bobolink
but unapproached it stands
it begs you give it work
it feels so old a pain,
as that the slave is gone,
such an one to say
Did I Not Take It From The Rest
lest i should insufficient prove
one blessing had i than the rest
did i not take it from the ways
we ask that we may be,
but a presumption be
and that is his business not ours
I Quailed
my soul accused me and i quailed
so strong to know
and ask my business there
and home is not
as small they say as i
That Some There's A Door
who own esteem the opulence
presence is his furthest license
but prayer remained our side
so strong to know
to rest to rest would be
we must an anguish pay
i could not bear the bees should come,
the grass so little has to do
that i could fear a door
then there's a pair of us don't tell!
that some there be too numb to notice
some other thirsty there may be
not all the snows could make it white
and that is his business not ours
Carries One Out Of It To Meet
but not for sympathy
as fair as our idea
these adjust that ran to meet us
and carries one out of it to god
and she had past, with him
my business, just a life i left,
and then you and i, were silenter,
and bear to all my friends,
adam, and eve, his consort, the moon, and then the sun;
before they drop full music on;
for doubt, that i should know the sound
That Is His Business Not What
without the fear to justify
and then it's out of sight
till all the scene be gone,
and that is his business not ours
the lonesome for they know not what
so i said or thought
Nor Can See
the dust, will vex your fame
nor can you tell me
and that is his business not ours
for their sake not for ours
as crew of mountains could afford
when gentlemen can see
for these were only put to death
for evidence it be the grace
that happen on the soul
are nothing to the bee
do not you
could it be madness this?
a tongue to tell him i am true!
the way i read a letter's this
I Went
we dream it is good we are dreaming
i could not hope for mine
because i could not stop for death,
i could suffice for him, i knew
for fear i hear her say
i pondered how the bliss would look
and so around the words i went
and there is another sunshine,
and a deal of sad reflection, and wailing instead of song?
my business, just a life i left,
a mountain in my mind
this place is bliss this town is heaven
The Light Before My Business There,
but what our lord infers we would
and ask my business there,
pass back and forth, before my brain
and then he'll turn me round and round
and made as he would eat me up -
how well i knew the light before
the one that no one else would miss
if god could make a visit
Silenced, As The Light Before
and silenced, as the awful sea
and pushed away a sail
to my necessity stooped down!
adjusted it to place
how well i knew the light before
my heart would wish it broke before
and that is his business not ours
to one who never felt it blaze
As It Was His It May
of our immortal mind
and that is his business not ours
but the success was his it seems
as it has usual done
which door is mine and not
or is this death's experiment
but the fir is where declare
be judgment what it may
it was not for me
Precious To Me Up
when they let go the ignominy smiling
the lonesome for they know not what
and that is his business not ours
as if they just repressed
the distance would not haunt me so
when it begun or if there were
nor could i rise with you
precious to me she still shall be
and put a stone to keep it warm
hope it was that kept me warm
and made as he would eat me up
to hold my life for me
i'll hand it to the angel
what day be dark to me
Some Good Perhaps To The Wind To The
with thoughts of a path back, how rough it was
to stop it with a period of ink
and turns to the wind to unruffle a plume,
some good perhaps to someone in the world,
friends make pretense of following to the grave,
to set your breast to the bark of trees
and list to the love of these,
what but design of darkness to appall?
"home is the place where, when you have to go there,
for then there would be business, as it is,
and the work is play for mortal stakes,
and the nature of time and space,
but the secret sits in the middle and knows,
and the fragile bluets clustered there
the curve of earth, and striking, break their own;
For Then There Would Be Business, As Eye
and that was, as i say, an alder branch,
is neither alpha, eta, nor omega,
for then there would be business, as it is,
and then he flew as far as eye could see,
i was just as the light was beginning to fail
you could not tell, and yet it looked as if
he could not help but mark,