Poems about presence
What, And If, Ourself A Day, Permitted So,
that self were hell to me
debates if it will go,
that such a day, permitted so,
when it is found, a few rejoice
where presence is denied them,
what, and if, ourself a bridegroom
though but for the cricket just,
That Some There's A Door
who own esteem the opulence
presence is his furthest license
but prayer remained our side
so strong to know
to rest to rest would be
we must an anguish pay
i could not bear the bees should come,
the grass so little has to do
that i could fear a door
then there's a pair of us don't tell!
that some there be too numb to notice
some other thirsty there may be
not all the snows could make it white
and that is his business not ours
As A Drama
one anguish in a crowd
due promptly as a drama
ceases to be a secret then
and let you from a dream
we come to look with gratitude
forgive me, if the grave come slow
as if a kingdom cared!
they ask but our delight
where presence is denied them,
and day that was behind were one
and when the sung go down
taught me by time the lower way
That Were The Lady Come
hurled my belief
myself distinguished god
but since jesus dared
that heaven permit so meek as her
you must forget the warmth he gave,
because he's sunrise and i see
they said that jesus always came
where presence is denied them,
where is the may
that were the little load
that i might have the sky
but if the lady come
i wished a way might be
and then i heard them lift a box
and now, before the door