Poems about bust
Parting Is All We Know Of Us
as should a face supposed the grave's
upon the forehead of a bust
by means of it in god's ear
nor will i, the little heart's ease
that but for love of us
parting is all we know of heaven,
and the sermon is never long,
he hurts a little, though
and wishes had he any
the soul has special times
never had a doubt