Poems about novel
Be Of Sight, In Sound,
be of me afraid,
that at the last, it should not be a novel agony
my reward for being, was this,
till i was out of sight, in sound,
As You Were Due
i should not fear the foe then
forever might be short, i thought to show
possibly but we would rather
then maybe, it would puzzle us
it cannot be my spirit
that at the last, it should not be a novel agony
that you were due
for news that they be saved
as you will in heaven
next time, the things to see
That At The Last, It Was Not Frost,
then veil my too inspecting face
it was not frost, for on my flesh
that at the last, it should not be a novel agony
so he let me lead him in
That At The Earth They Tell Me Today
that you never do it
how many times it ache for me today confess
and the earth they tell me
to know just how he suffered would be dear
that at the last, it should not be a novel agony
it could not hold a sigh
how sweet i shall not lack in vain
If Any Sink, Assure That At The Last,
upon my thronging mind
and it will ache contented on
caresses and is gone
and i tip drunken
i deem that i with but a crumb
if any sink, assure that this, now standing
all this and more if i should tell
that gathered this, today!
that at the last, it should not be a novel agony
did you ever look in a cannon's face
and let you from a dream
The Only One
the soul condemned to be
that at the last, it should not be a novel agony
death, the only one
of the seasons and the sun,
upon the mortal side,
the dust did scoop itself like hands
As Our Idea
escape from circumstances
then to him who bear
i could suffice for him, i knew
we question if the man
that at the last, it should not be a novel agony
yet was not the foe of any
as fair as our idea
it is the ultimate of talk