Poems about drama
Make Haste The Heart That Wanted Me
make haste the scruple! death be scant
but not so soon
if they twinkled back
should reach the heart that wanted me
but were it told to me today
but we are dying in drama
those who begin today
and that i am coming too
As A Drama
one anguish in a crowd
due promptly as a drama
ceases to be a secret then
and let you from a dream
we come to look with gratitude
forgive me, if the grave come slow
as if a kingdom cared!
they ask but our delight
where presence is denied them,
and day that was behind were one
and when the sung go down
taught me by time the lower way
When He Went Out When He Went
but state with creeping blood
and therefore 'twas not pain
and thought of them so fair invites
but we are dying in drama
and people come
to those who failing new
must seek the neighboring life!
his own would fall so more
more life went out when he went
when one has given up one's life
but only knew by looking back
Had I Troubled Them
nor how ourselves be justified
if that indeed redeem
and when the heavens disband
and whom you told it to beside
we who have the souls
and drama is never dead
dreams are well but waking's better,
life is what we make of it
for life be love
i wearied too of mine
had i the jewel got
to wander now is my repose
just see if i troubled them
if i should bribe the little bird
i had some things that i called mine