Poems about mine
It Had You Told Me So
but little carmine hath her face
it had cast away
oh, had you told me so
but that is not enough!
Not Know It
the hillsides must not know it
where none of us should be,
not if to talk with me
i could not tell the date of mine,
They Cannot Put Away
distils uncertain pain
might death enable thee
the fact of famine could not be
they cannot put away
Life Was Not So Ample I
never mind my breathless anvil!
always mine!
and life was not so ample i
proves it there's no sea, or rather
Because We Love The Jealous Grass
lest the jealous grass
because we love the wound
a doubt if it be us
the fact of famine could not be
If White A Foot Nor Hand
wrung me with anguish
like mine for not a foot nor hand
if white a red must be!
enters with a "you know me sir"?
That You Are Mine
that i could fear a door,
eyes were not meant to know,
and doubt that you are mine
when that you met it with before
Condemned But Then I'm Not A Foot Nor
my face to justify
my lip to testify
condemned but just to see
three times we parted breath and i
like mine for not a foot nor hand
but then i'm not so staid as he
if what we could were what we would
we learn to know the planks
If You'll Just Tell Me
give little anguish
that this way thou could'st notice me
because i know it's true
i'd give her
that he'll mistake and ask for me
but solemnest to know
if you'll just tell me so
it should not tease you
i could not hope for mine
i will of you
i'm sure 'tis india all day
if pride shall be in paradise
what right have i to be a bride
and i have ceased to wonder why
It Take The Sky
the angels happening that way
that made existence home!
and all we said was "saved"!
the loss had been to me
because the cause was mine
but just to look it in the eye
so easy to the sky
it take the tale for true
tell which it's dull to guess
then look for me, be sure you say
May Not Stop To One Who Never Felt
and still my heart my eye outweighs
i think a little well like mine
i used to when a boy
a party that we knew
that could not stop to be a king
the love a life can show below
may not our second with its first
i found the phrase to every thought
to one who never felt it blaze
and wishes had he any
promise this when you be dying
absence disembodies so does death
by my long bright and longer trust
Doubt That A Thing
she had begun to lie
but what that place could be
when that which is and that which was
and grateful that a thing
they might as wise have lodged a bird
to wonder what myself will say,
i'm old enough, today, i'm certain then
more life went out when he went
he kindly stopped for me;
and if he spoke what name was best
he never saw me in this life
belief but once can be
and doubt that you are mine
But Stopped, When Qualified To Love, But Not
a fear will urge it where
it would be life
it tried to be a rose
a bomb to justify
whether to reveal
one port suffices for a brig like mine
might death enable thee
it feels a shame to be alive
but not the grief that nestled close
perhaps he doesn't know the house
but stopped, when qualified to guess
nor had i time to love, but since
tell him the page i didn't write
Out, And Hold My Life, And Hold
what more the woman can,
to hold my life, and hold my ears
fixed full, and steady, on his own
and out, and easy on
and mine's in heaven you see,
So I Can Ease One Life The Aching,
it might be famine all around
and they will differ if they do
if i can ease one life the aching,
so i am hearing him, i'll dream,
he longer must than i
they may not finally say, yes
like element are they
where thou art that is home
Would It Stop Whining If To Be
and terror's free
like mine for not a foot nor hand
but that old sort was done
would it stop whining if to thee
you would not know it from the field
or other thing if other thing there be
but there the golden same
and after that is none
'twasn't dark for he went too
and then return and night and home
better to be ready
to no one that you know
Of Opposite To Notice Mine
but make no syllable like death
then eddies like a rose away
hope it was that kept me warm
it could not hold a sigh
it cannot be my spirit
to lives that stoop to notice mine
too near to heaven to fear
nor will he like the dumb
through knowing where we only hope
though the faith accommodate but two
faith is the pierless bridge
of opposite to balance odd
but there the golden same
by my long bright and longer trust
my own so patient covers
That Self Were Hell To Lose If One
turn on me when i fail or feign,
not to cry tim and i
to lose if one can find again
to make an even sum
you are sure there's such a person
and came my way no more,
that self were hell to me
some one the sum could tell,
that when i could not find it
it might be famine all around
he'll sigh "the other she is where?
"
So I Carry With Me
heaven is shy of earth that's all
better than new could be for that
and mine some foolisher effect
the face i carry with me last
because it's sunday all the time
it will be ample time for me
the hillsides must not know it
a rich man might not notice it
where is the may
so i said or thought
i have so much to do
That Later Thing Than Death
love is that later thing than death
that knows it cannot see
the only one forestalling mine
to that repealless thing
through knowing where we only hope
itself be fairer we suppose
lest the phantasm prove the mistake
bliss were an oddity without thee
I Recollect It
although i knew to take it
i recollect it as well
he'll sigh "the other she is where?
"
how "they are dying mostly now"
belief but once can be
to lose if one can find again
without a thing to do
and what a privilege to be
and what a wave must be,
if certain, when this life was out,
but when the soul is in pain
i had no cause to be awake
mine to stay when all have wandered
could mar it if it found
But The Success Was His It To Beside
from the belief that somewhere
but the success was his it seems
and whom you told it to beside
and you should live
are so high up you see
so still so cool
so many drops of vital scarlet
in easy even dazzling pace
that they are beautiful
be beautiful as they prepare
time feels so vast that were it not
there's somewhat prouder, over there
since none of them are mine,
that did it tear all day,
foot of the bold did least attempt it
Winter, Were Lie To Mend Her Gave Me
and entertain despair
and then he closes up
and so to mend her gave me work
to look at her how slowly
tell which it's dull to guess
winter, were lie to me
such bliss had i for all the years
i shall not feel the sleet then
just see if i troubled them
that you never do it
i could not hope for mine
i must guess
The Distant Say That Bright Majority
but there is no gratitude
our little garden that we lost
some say that bright majority
a furtive look you know as well
or what the distant say
fame of myself to lack although
better than new could be for that
to favorites a few
and see the people going by
one and one are one
you hear a being drop
the walls begun to tell
each other's setting saw
there is one farther than you
the only one forestalling mine
I Shall Never Tell!
i lived on dread; to those who know
show me them said i
how could i of him?
i pray him too explore
i am not used to hope
but i shall never tell!
i'd rather be the one
i only have it not tonight
i shall know why when time is over
tell him the page i didn't write
for mine to look at when i liked
and push it with my fingers next
I Could I Could Not Rather Die,
than letting him surmise?
could i do else with mine?
they would not rather die,
'twas not my blame who sped too slow
what shall i do it whimpers so
i could not feel the anguish go
i could not bear the bees should come,
i said "but just to be a bee"
enters with a "you know me sir"?
"oh lord how frail are we"!
when i shall be "forgiven"
i'd give to live that hour again
neither place need i present him
the day that i shall go
to forfeit thee?
the very name
You've Seen The Year Then
only to aggravate the dark
itself can rest upon
in which my call would come
you've seen the color maybe
i do not care about it
i've nothing else to bring, you know
would it try mine
but could not make them fit,
and yet, it will not go
"conscious"?
won't you ask that
and wear if god should count me fit
that this way thou could'st notice me
i did not know the year then
i think that earth feels so
or i should fear to pause
I Know I'm Trying
i hear the silver strife
attireth that it hear
you will know i'm trying
i shall not feel at home i know
i think a little well like mine
but what that place could be
Than Perish From The Sting
lest if he flinch the eye that way
did i not take it from the ways
to rest to rest would be
it's all i have to bring to-day,
and all we need of hell,
news is he of all the others;
than perish from the chance's list
the fact of famine could not be
that could not stop to be a king
teach him when he makes the names
that like the drunkard goes
yet blamed the fate that flung it less
tastes death the first to hand the sting
and sore must be the storm
I Bear It Tasted Like Them All,
my scrutiny deceives,
and yet it tasted like them all,
i wonder if it weighs like mine,
i haven't quite the strength now
for i was once a child
and so i bear it big about
if i could find it anywhere
but did not finish, some way back,
it doesn't state you how
Superposition Helps, As Mine
my constant reverential face
between my finite eyes
to know if any human eyes were near
then there's a pair of us don't tell!
you are sure there's such a person
who'd be the fool to stay?
an honor, thought can turn her to
best, to know and tell,
far superior to mine,
is difficult, and still
superposition helps, as well as love
heart, not so heavy as mine
did fan and rock, with sudden light
This Is Green
so he let me lead him in
so brave upon its little bed
the angels happening that way
tastes death the first to hand the sting
the color of the grave is green
this is my letter to the world
was like the other days
no dead, were ever carried down
from what would last till heads like mine
so sure i'd come so sure i'd come
i wonder if it weighs like mine,
and would it feel as big
sweet, to have had them lost
yet she cannot speak,
I Shall Not Stop For Death,
more imminent than pain
but reduce no human spirit
because i could not stop for death,
if things were opposite and me
like hammers did they know they fell
so we must meet apart
themself had just remained till we rejoin them
and ways i knew not that i knew till then
i shall not feel at home i know
when it begun or if there were
i could not tell the date of mine,
and been myself that easy thing
i know, and they know me;
and wear if god should count me fit
and this one do not feel the same
The Last Night That She Breathed Against
because she breathed against
the last night that she lived
it was the limit of my dream
he found my being set it up
had it remained to speak
so short way off it seems
and then the wharf is still!
because he's sunrise and i see
so go your way and i'll go mine
i shall not feel at home i know
i must guess
because i cannot see
knows how to forget!
so you could see what moved them so
the dying need but little, dear,
Mine Should Be,
who misery sustain
but not for sympathy
except the dying this to us
without the knowing why!
and not enough of me
that yours and mine should be,
nor when it altered, i could say,
so you could see what moved them so
I Think The Days Could Take It
and entertain despair
hands not so stout hoisted them in witness
like mine for not a foot nor hand
i think the days could every one
perhaps he doesn't know the house
that there be standing here
could take it
we might e'en divide
when cogs stop that's circumference
a still volcano life
so sailors say on yesterday
show me them said i
what if i say i shall not wait!
if i were half so fine myself
for i was once a child
For You Know We Do Not Mind Our
and doubt that you are mine
for you know we do not mind our dress
i could not hope for mine
although i heard them try
for mine to look at when i liked
not like the gnat had i
Not What
alas, how heedless were the eyes
will suit me just as well
i liked as well to see
and doubt that you are mine
it is just as well!
not quite with him at home
the lonesome for they know not what
Too Imminent The Hills Do
too imminent the chance
should reach the heart that wanted me
alter! when the hills do
the walls begun to tell
This, And Would As The Bees
for fear their yellow gown
and their young will
and so
this, and my heart, and all the bees
and as the rose appears,
and would as soon surmise
how much can come
to lives that stoop to notice mine
too near to heaven to fear
those who begin today
then to him who bear
You Taught Me
you taught me fortitude of fate
how prayer would feel to me
i'm confident that bravoes
i would go, to know!
and made as he would eat me up -
that sat it down to rest
i could not tell the date of mine,
i say, as if this little flower
if such it prove, it prove too
as these that twice befell,
for that was thine, before
was all the one that fell
To Stay When The Soul Is In Heaven
but when the soul is in pain
he hurts a little, though
that knows not an until
i know that he exists,
i never spoke with god,
i could suffice for him, i knew
i reason, that in heaven
so safer guess with just my soul
flowers to keep the eyes from going awkward
mine to stay when all have wandered
to him to live was doom
the harm they did was short and since
As Far As Death This Time, Consciously, Of
more imminent than pain
slow night that must be watched away
to hold our senses on
to that repealless thing
but just for one to stipulate
to nowhere seemed to go
some keep the sabbath going to church
for whom, the time did not suffice
but this time, consciously, of grace
he hurts a little, though,
if you remember, and were saved
and carried it to god
better than new could be for that
as far as death this way
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!
Were But Mine The Right Between
need you unto him
or else forgive not me
contenteth me
oh poor and far
it's thoughts and just two heart
too narrow is the right between
as we went out and in
and then it's time to strike my tent
were but mine the charter of the least fly
out of sound out of sight
Other Went To The Grief That Nestled
but not the grief that nestled close
it's thoughts and just two heart
and other went to turn the mill
one hand the tools
and closer to the fire
had it a notice from the noon
another way to see
so go your way and i'll go mine
That Self Were Hell To Those Who Dare
joy to have merited the pain
that self were hell to me
to those who dare to try
and this one do not feel the same
nature is what we know
what word had they, for me?
from what would last till heads like mine
he never saw me in this life
until it showed too small
it will be summer eventually,
I Think A Little Well Like To Come
what if i burst the fleshly gate
i cannot dance upon my toes
i think a little well like mine
i shouldn't like to come
To Meet Us
of what they do outside
these adjust that ran to meet us
goes safely where an open eye
although i put away his life
to live so small as i
like mine for not a foot nor hand
so safer guess with just my soul
better of it continual be afraid
for fear the squirrels know,
to keep the other still
like mine for not a foot nor hand
tell him just how she sealed you cautious!
Yet, It Will Not Conclusion,
when upon a pain titanic
a day when it was not,
this world is not conclusion,
how dare i, therefore, stint a faith
sounds long, until i read the place
but no man moved me till the tide
and yet, it will not go
or it be too late!
if you were coming in the fall,
but as they learn to see
and doubt that you are mine
as much of noon as i could take
For It Hinder So Late "consider" Me
what could it hinder so to say?
that you so late "consider" me
"i'm midnight" need the midnight say
you and i the secret
i should have had the joy
since i could never find her
so seemed to choose my door
and mine the door
for it would stop my breath
were all that i could see
Better Of It Followed Me
my sovereign will relent?
i told my soul to sing
how prayer would feel to me
of mines, i little know myself
i rose it followed me
he hurts a little, though
through faith in one he met not,
and he and he in mighty list
grew by the fact, and not the understanding
not for itself, the dust is shy,
better of it continual be afraid
are present to us as our own
such trust had one among us,
Let Me Up
let me not shame their sublime deportments
see where it hurt me that's enough
an awe if it should be like that
since a rack couldn't coax a syllable now,
but the least fan
and came my way no more,
as far from mine, as if no plight
but came another day
were the day year long,
the taleless days went on
and made as he would eat me up
Now The Only One
my face to justify
there's not a charge to me
and now the chance had come
mine was the only one
the first that i could recollect
i dared to show a tress of theirs
to one who never felt it blaze
But Mine
affliction would not be appeased
it will not stir for doctors,
but were no one
he had not on a crown indeed,
only a shrine, but mine
As If The Sea Too Much
and people come
i reason, that in heaven
i feared the sea too much
were it my resource from starving
because the cause was mine
but there is no gratitude
as if the sea should part
too wide for any night but heaven
Could I Fail Or Feign,
if the life be too surrendered
not like the dew, did she return
should reach the heart that wanted me
if i should bribe the little bird
turn on me when i fail or feign,
could i do else with mine?
don't you know me?
you would not know it from the field
and this one do not feel the same
yet was not the foe of any
Although I Could Prove
truth is as old as god
without a bolt that i could prove
for it would split his heart, to know it
and if they have to try,
still just as easy, if it be thy will
one came the road that i came
when i was small, a woman died
just as the dawn was red
mine by the right of the white election!
a clearing at the end
he comes just so far toward the town
although i knew to take it
how foreign that can be
It Should Be Like That
nor we so much as check our speech
it is easy to work when the soul is at play
so go your way and i'll go mine
i'll do thy will
most i love the cause that slew me,
an awe if it should be like that
death did not notice me,
i mention it to you,
that would not let the will
what will become of me?
The World
and overtaken in the dark
the light his action, and the dark
this is my letter to the world
it takes me all the while to poise
it only moved as do the suns
the fact of famine could not be
of shrinking ways she did not fright
Just Two Heart
we outgrow love like other things
though how may this be so?
i had not power to tell
no other art would do
it's thoughts and just two heart
but dying is a different way
there is one farther than you
still just as easy, if it be thy will
like mine for not a foot nor hand
and if he spoke what name was best
who knows but at the sight of that
because we love the wound
and why not this if they?
the neighbors do not yet suspect!
I Saw No Way The Fall,
more imminent than pain
seeking more to spend
will suit me just as well
if you were coming in the fall,
that i may take that promise
oh if there may departing be
without a bolt that i could prove
i saw no way the heavens were stitched
then summer then the heaven of god
how they will tell the story
I Did Not Go
i fear me this circumference
i think a little well like mine
i don't know him; snugly built!
and yet, it will not go
and then does nothing
i did not dare to eat or sleep
and went to sleep
and noon should burn
and later when we die
some say it is "the spheres" at play!
look if she should know
don't you know me?
or did it just begin?
when was it can you tell
Doubt That Took Its Cambric Way
and therefore 'twas not pain
and doubt that you are mine
is all that's left them, now
should they start for the sky,
and still it hurt you, as some bird
the plenty hurt me 'twas so new
that took its cambric way
that sense was breaking through
and when the wreck has been
his listp is lightning and the sun
o'ertakenless, as the air
is all that's left them, now
Just For One To Stipulate
be of me afraid,
he will tell me what "peter" promised
they'd judge us how
but just for one to stipulate
because there was a winter once
because escape is done
done
just we two meet
i think a little well like mine
closer so i at my sleeping
So Go Mine
'twas not my blame who sped too slow
i never felt at home below -
i could die to know
so go your way and i'll go mine
They Say It's Many A Lay Of
dying! to be afraid of thee
i would as soon attempt to warm
i could not tell the date of mine,
but it's many a lay of the dim burgundy
an awe if it should be like that
to put this world down, like a bundle
to wonder what myself will say,
perhaps he doesn't know the house
they say it doesn't hurt
i think, they call it "god"
so short a thing to sigh
as should sound to me
then look for me, be sure you say
i'd rather be the one
When Cerements Let Go The Breath
just let go the breath
when cerements let go
what would i give to see his face?
i would not mind the journey there
that you be not ashamed
cannot perish, though it fail
if he fear to swerve
how mean to those that see
and wonder we could care
i could not tell the date of mine,
that i could fear a door,
perhaps you'd like to buy a flower,
touch liberty then know no more,
and why it was so still
i got so i could stir the box
Tell Which It's Dull To Do Have
without attempt exhaustion
over this pain of mine
to put this world down, like a bundle
came once a world did you?
tell which it's dull to guess
i'll bear it better now
i could not see to see,
but we might learn to like the heaven,
no more to do have i
and they can put it with my dolls,
if i could see you in a year,
It's Such A Little Thing To Weep
more imminent than pain
indignant that the joy was come
it's such a little thing to weep
their going is not
if what we could were what we would
The Surrender Mine For Not A Fortune
others must resist
himself to him a fortune
had been legible to me
a doubt if it be fair indeed
and after that is none
and the surrender mine
his merit all my fear
like mine for not a foot nor hand
Wert Thou But Ill That I Am Hearing
for fear the squirrels know,
i'm old enough, today, i'm certain then
so i am hearing him, i'll dream,
i'll mis sum them,
but then i promised ne'er to tell
wert thou but ill that i might show thee
as far from mine, as if no plight
and so we move as far
There Are Two Ripenings One Of Famine Could
lest the phantasm prove the mistake
the maker of ourselves be what
there are two ripenings one of sight
the fact of famine could not be
may be easier reached this way
you almost feel the date
we miss her, not because we see
it cannot be again
What Plenty It Slant
not pursued by learned angels
not if the just suspect me
tell all the truth but tell it slant
my faith must take the purple wheel
you are sure there's such a person
that yours and mine should be,
what plenty it would be
that would not let the will
the saved will tell
when it was dark enough to do
it would be life
and then it's out of sight
and at my finger's end
and not the pillow at your cheek
I'll Go Your Way And I'll Go
no numb alarm lest difference come
nor can you tell me
the rainbow never tells me
so therefore let me in,"
when it began, or if there were
and if it had not been so far
and hold no higher than the plain
or early task to do?
not easy to surprise!
so go your way and i'll go mine
what could it hinder so to say?
You It You Almost Pitied It Wisdom Was
what comfort was it wisdom was
and the surrender mine
ours be the tossing wild though the sea
could i do more for thee
you almost pitied it you it worked so
i too if he
i knew so perfect yesterday
for thinking while i die
myself the term between
some work for immortality
I Went
we dream it is good we are dreaming
i could not hope for mine
because i could not stop for death,
i could suffice for him, i knew
for fear i hear her say
i pondered how the bliss would look
and so around the words i went
and there is another sunshine,
and a deal of sad reflection, and wailing instead of song?
my business, just a life i left,
a mountain in my mind
this place is bliss this town is heaven
They Struggle Some Perfect Year
they struggle some for breath
the lingering and the stain i mean
that but for love of us
better than new could be for that
and then be audibler
better than new could be for that
for mine to look at when i liked
when you were willing
failed like themselves and conscious that it rose
that life like this is stopless
then look for me, be sure you say
how just this time, some perfect year
would be acuter, would it not
they cannot put away
neither place need i present him
As It Could See
had it remained to speak
was such still dwelling there?
as far from mine, as if no plight
but since it is playing kill us,
as far as it could see
how mean to those that see
the soul cannot be rid
and when so newly dead
Know No More
and trouble me no more
when it begun or if there were
then there's a pair of us don't tell!
and know no other way
and much can go,
heart, not so heavy as mine
the other, like the little bank
the breaking of the day
always lost the way!
i ever had, but one;
but how ourself, shall be
but swear, and i will let you by,
What They Did There
and dwell a little everywhere
no eye could find the place;
the bee is not afraid of me,
the dying need but little, dear,
i'm accustomed to him grown,
and wondered what they did there
mine to stay when all have wandered
what we saw before
Too Imminent The Frost Upon The Chance
too imminent the chance
then skip the frost upon the lea
is worthless to the bee
life just or death
truth is as old as god
the test of love is death
doom it beyond the rest
where i put it down
since i could never find her
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
The Gash
that frightened but an hour
of meeting them afraid
indignant that the joy was come
the lady with the amulet will face
the garden keep the gash
of the mind of man
and in the grave i see thee best
what shall i do when the skies a'chirrup
but we might learn to like the heaven,
i did not know the year then
i could not deem it late to hear
could i do else with mine?
That Situates
who win, and nations do not see
because i could not stop for death,
i keep it, staying at home
when was it can you tell
that never had a name
the will it is that situates
that took its cambric way
nor noticed that the ebbing day
nor once look up for noon?
the dying need but little, dear,
and mine's in heaven you see,
are so high up you see
But Did He Leave Ourselves A Way Then
can keep the soul alive
her beauty is the love she doth
she put some flowers away
our souls saw just as well
yet small she sighs if all is all
the only one forestalling mine
it would never be common more i said
but did he shatter it?
"but madam is there nothing else
was paradise to blame
the hills have a way then
to lose it in the sea
he leave ourselves a sphere behind
I'd Give I'd Give I'd Give My Life
it might be famine all around
i'd give i'd give my life of course
because it's sunday all the time
the hills have a way then
more mountains then a sea
though in another tree
For Mine To Look At When Night Is
i lived on dread; to those who know
and next i met her on a cloud
for mine to look at when i liked
because he's sunrise and i see
although i knew to take it
just as sure
only me was still
i have another trust"
the only raiment i should need
say may i have it sir?
three times he would not go
when night is almost done
As It Was His It May
of our immortal mind
and that is his business not ours
but the success was his it seems
as it has usual done
which door is mine and not
or is this death's experiment
but the fir is where declare
be judgment what it may
it was not for me
Can Go, Itself, Without A Creature Failed
they're here, though; not a creature failed
to have a smile for mine each day,
can go, itself, without a fan
as far as it could see
itself is all the like it has
All This And Mine Should Be,
as dying say it does
they wonder if it died on that
i wonder if it weighs like mine,
all this and more if i should tell
the need did not reduce
maybe that would awaken them!
that would not let the will
that yours and mine should be,
but if the lady come
no man he seemed to know;
but he was left alive because
how well i knew the light before
i put my pleasure all abroad
Tell The Common Way,
and sigh for lack of heaven but not
be of me afraid,
it seemed the common way,
see where it hurt me that's enough
i could not tell the date of mine,
i think the days could every one
tell him just how she sealed you cautious!
my heart would wish it broke before
i wonder if when years have piled
hope it was that kept me warm
but no man moved me till the tide
my best was gone to sleep
and how if he be dead
more life went out when he went
that beckoned it away!
The Soul Is In Pain
but when the soul is in pain
but the instead the pinching fear
without the fear to justify
and the children no further question
so this sort are not given
as can no other mouth
as if it held but the might of a child
a good news should be given,
but could not make it feel,
i would not paint a picture
i do not need a light
just see if i troubled them
i'm saying every day
i kept it in my hand
i wonder if it weighs like mine,
Still,
he asked with the eyes more than the lips
saying, and she could have him, and before
it ran with terror and with cunning crept,
mine with inner, weather,
and brush the mow with the summer load,
and fit the earth like a leather glove,
and acquire a listening air,
give the buried flower a dream;
for a few swift gleams of the angry brand,
not of woods only and the shade of trees,
and the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
As It Ran Light, Or Had To Show
some humble way to save his self-respect,
for others, and those
mine with inner, weather,
like pearls, and now a silver blade,
a quiet light, and then not even that,
a miserable sight, and frightening, too
i see it's a fair, pretty sheet of water,
there was never a sound beside the wood but one,
as it ran light, or had to bear a load,
without a window light,
a bluebird comes tenderly up to alight
with a thick thumbnail to show how it ran
and not another like it could i see,
With Shouts Afar To Pull The Ties Gave,
the ties gave,
mine with inner, weather,
once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
yet not enough, a bullet through and through,
forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
with shouts afar to pull the cable taught,
the mystic link to bind and hold
That At Such A Time!
of daring should be still to dare,
one had to be versed in country things
there were enough things to be thought of then,
and see you pleased once more with words of mine?
of really never having meant to keep it,
think of it, talk like that at such a time!
but they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
vague dream head lifted out of the ground,
and that was what the boughs were full of soon,
When The House Isn't Sentient; The Wind Is
that's standing by the mother, it's so young,
this sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is,
but a house isn't sentient; the house
when the sun is out and the wind is still,
there is the gale to urge behind
and slows his horse to a meaning walk,
So's
and lonely as it is, that loneliness
it is under the small, dim, summer star,
and the pear is, and so's
this sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is,