Poems about plenty
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
Is A Little Doubt And Fear,
each little doubt and fear,
that such a little figure
the lightning was as new
before the fire's eyes
and is the first, to rise
but dying is a different way
the plenty hurt me 'twas so new
so well that i can live without
"heaven" is what i cannot reach!
oh, wouldn't you?
what word had they, for me?
i may remember him!
That's Coming The Growth
and then does nothing
what plenty it would be
it's coming the postponeless creature
they took away our eyes
can keep the soul alive
and there, the matter ends
but since it is playing kill us,
when one has failed to stop them
and when we turned to note the growth
of all the souls that stand create
heaven is shy of earth that's all
the life is thick i know it!
that life like this is stopless
Venice Could Show It But A Riddle, At
i touched with caution lest they crack
i'm not afraid to know
no man can understand
did they come back no more?
what plenty it would be
and there, the matter ends
and health, and laughter, curious things
and through a riddle, at the last
and when again, at dawn,
should i again experience
that i could show it in bazaar
venice could not show a check
that night should be to thee
yet not too far to come at call
be it but a play
The Fight!
i should not fear the fight!
the life is thick i know it!
i would not weep if i were they
i think i'd shoot the human race
the day that i shall go
i will inquire again
then look for me, be sure you say
prove me sweet if i regret it
what plenty it would be
the lonesome for they know not what
How Mean To Those That Were The Plenty
that were the mind dissolved
the plenty hurt me 'twas so new
as one should come to town
how mean to those that see
better than music! for i who heard it
then stopped no other track!
just see if i troubled them
if you should get there first
i wished they'd stay away
nor any know i know the art
i only have it not tonight
and the world i used to know;
we learned the whole of love
to lives that thought the worshipping
But Not So Ample Yesterday
unto like story trouble has enticed me
i struggled and was there
the lost day's face
far ends of tired days
but, were it two
what plenty it would be
that felt so ample yesterday
but not so soon
i shall not feel the sleet then
and carried, i supposed to heaven,
and then, i brake my life and lo,
and yet i was a living child
would cost me just a life!
If I
the missing all prevented me
the distance would not haunt me so
if blame be my side forfeit me
because he knows it cannot speak
i shall know why when time is over
day knocked and we must part
he longer must than i
if i could find it anywhere
what plenty it would be
you almost feel the date
to own it touch it
i sometimes drop it, for a quick
just when the grave and i
one sister have i in our house,
We're Fearing That First Day, When You Were
better of it continual be afraid
and carries one out of it to god
to him who has it and the one
as pride were all it could
but you were crowned in june
that fancied they could hold
we're fearing that their hearts will drop
we cannot count on high!
the plenty hurt me 'twas so new
i too received the sign,
i ask, each new may morn,
that first day, when you praised me, sweet,
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
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
For Thee!
my justice bleeds for thee!
no need hadst thou of us"?
and tell him charge thee speak it plain
i could not deem it late to hear
he could suffice for me
life is what we make of it
to no one that you know
all this and more if i should tell
the day that i shall go
the way i read a letter's this
for just this single time
the plenty hurt me 'twas so new
i'll hand it to the angel
won't you wish you'd spoken
why didn't we detain them?
No One Aware Of The Primer To Do
a fear will urge it where
will be the one aware of death
when it was dark enough to do
because he knows it cannot speak
what plenty it would be
no one he seemed to know
because the winds would find it out
what word had they, for me?
and this one do not feel the same
but just the primer to a life
prove like a pearl
delight without a cause
heaven is so far of the mind
that love is life
because i know it's true