Poems about delay
But Once Within The Man Within The Pretty
was he afraid or tranquil
or if myself were dreamed of her
i had not had but for yourself
i'm used to that
he left behind one day so less
they're here, though; not a creature failed
a star not far enough to seek
they strive and yet delay
may be easier reached this way
the one who could repeat the summer day
we cannot count on high!
if you were coming in the fall,
the pretty people in the woods
but once within the town
but the man within
Although I Put Away His Life Closed Twice
although i put away his life
my life closed twice before its close
delayed till she had ceased to know
to look at her how slowly
so when 'twas time to see
how sweet i shall not lack in vain
Then Lightly Stooped To Have Done It,
of their worth for you to treasure,
through some delay, and call you to your face
then lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung,
they looked about for someone to have done it,
that now it means to stay,
Through Some Delay, And Gave Them Back Their
word i was in the house alone
there was a gate i had leaned at for the view
what held it though on one side was a tree
sideways, that would have run her on the stove
you had begun, and gave them back their shade,
through some delay, and call you to your face
the bridegroom thought it little to give
Like A Beast's Stall, To That Height?
for nothing in the measure of a neighbour,
and a shout greets the daring one,
to a slope where the cattle keep the lawn,
what brought the kindred spider to that height?
to step outdoors and take the water dazzle
but turns to pink between the teeth,
and hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,
through some delay, and call you to your face
like a beast's stall, to ease their consciences,