Poems about landscape
It Knew The Meadows Now
truth is as old as god
so like the meadows now
the eager look on landscapes
how well i knew the light before
and when i looked again
although i put away his life
it knew no medicine
Earth Would Have Lost, I Have Lost, I
the soul cannot be rid
so when she comes this way,
i only must not grow so new
it seems as though the time
a landscape not so great
earth would have been too much i see
how happy i was if i could forget
whom i have lost, i pious guard
i had not had but for yourself
forever might be short, i thought to show
It Have Beyond Itself
too small to fear
if town it have beyond itself
he found my being set it up
but nature lost the date of this
nature is what we know
and yet, how still the landscape stands!
but most like chaos, stopless, cool,
ungained, it may be, by a life's low venture,
with them would harbor be
it could not hold a sigh
But Since It Is Sometimes Caught
wills silence everywhere,
and yet, how still the landscape stands!
but since it is playing kill us,
nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Whom We Can Never Do It
nowhere to hide my dazzled face
i tied him too
i had not strength to hold
yet have no art to say
that you never do it
but did not finish, some way back,
whom we have never seen
cannot testify
as did ourselves partake
we almost cease to fear
to know just how he suffered would be dear
whom we can never learn
he must have achieved in person
within the clutch of thought
the angle of a landscape
Yet, How Still The Sunshine Face His
i should not fear the foe then
that never did alight,
as far as it could see
and did the sunshine face his way
and yet, how still the landscape stands!
too wide for any night but heaven
and did the sunshine face his way
some one the sum could tell
a night there lay the days between
on this late morn the sun
of this could man deprive me
it cannot be again
gratitude is not the mention
to our endeavor not so real