Poems about guest
Now "would's T Have Me
a needless life, it seemed to me
that comprehendeth me
and now "would'st have me for a guest?
"
i am not in a room
for it would split his heart, to know it
i would not choose a book to know
that if the spirit like to hide
is it dead find it
this was a poet it is that
This Might Have Perished Every Step
joy to have perished every step
insert the thing that caused it
this might have been the hand
i could not bear the bees should come,
and will endure as long as he
and they make merry wedding, whose guests are hundred leaves;
parched the flowers they bear along,
on the look of death,
wait till the majesty of death
till ranks of seeds their witness bear
even through them this
So Far
it made us all ashamed
i'll hand it to the angel
the only raiment i should need
'tis not that dying hurts us so
and now "would'st have me for a guest?
"
and so and so had been to me,
and if it had not been so far
so you could see what moved them so
the wealth i had contented me
so say if queen it be
but once aslant
but i was twice as bold
and if it had not been so far
and if i do when morning comes
perhaps i couldn't