Poems about forehead
But Only On Me
pushed sudden thro' to his
and then the size of this "small" life
on so best a heart
so looked itself on me
but only on my forehead stopped
when it began, or if there were
that when i could not find it
perhaps he doesn't know the house
it near as i can guess
i only have it not tonight
i had not had but for yourself
was that she might
When I Could I Bear It In My
a darting fear a pomp a tear
to salute so fair a forehead
when i could take it in my hand
could i do else with mine?
and so i bear it big about
the sea is full i know it!
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