Poems about invite
Then, To Go To Run
an anguish at the mention
or sometimes at your side to run
and then, to go to sleep;
and if i do when morning comes
day knocked and we must part
and thought of them so fair invites
the plenty hurt me 'twas so new
Be Done
"dissolve" says death the spirit "sir
that "god have mercy" on the soul
what once was "heaven"
i'll hand it to the angel
the whole of it came not at once
like that old measure in the boughs
be the perfect one
how sick to wait in any place but thine
slow night that must be watched away
broke perfect from the pod
heaven is so far of the mind
and thought of them so fair invites
though life's reward be done
A Tongue To Heaven?
for fear i hear her say
i shout unto my feet
the day that i shall go
what if i file this mortal off
and thought of them so fair invites
and if i do when morning comes
death we do not know
how far is it to heaven?
a tongue to tell him i am true!
i don't know when
but you have enough of those
and we know not
The Time!
then my face take her recompense
before he comes we weigh the time!
and then as if the hands
the dust did scoop itself like hands
there hangs a smaller ear
when one has failed to stop them
that if the spirit like to hide
and thought of them so fair invites
The Day That Something Had Benumbed The Day
their faith the everlasting troth
patience of itself
be faithful in his absence
invited death with bold attempt
came once a world did you?
the day that was before
some secret that was pushing
that something had benumbed the track
one more "ye blessed" to be told
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
As Much Of Them So Fair Invites
and thought of them so fair invites
was't glory?
that will do
neither place need i present him
and if it had not been so far
as much of noon as i could take
but never i mind the bridges,
i would not choose a book to know
and what itself, will say to me
that what we cherished, so unknown