Poems about ship
To Lives That Death Will Buy
to lives that thought the worshipping
the lonesome for they know not what
the things that death will buy
what all the world suspect?
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
You Got Sleepy And You Got Sleepy
shook my strong trust
i'd give i'd give my life of course
i offered her no word
not like the gnat had i
and you got sleepy and begged to be ended
and perish but a bough between
go blossom for the bees i said
i will singing go
i that way worship thee,
the grave would hinder me,
a day when it was not,
but then his house is but a step
turn it, a little full in the face
death, the only one
does not so much as turn his head
That Thought The Worshipping
to lives that thought the worshipping
to him who has it and the one
that never had a name
because i know it's true
Remember As Despair
contented as despair
remember as thou go
i worshipped did not "pray"
because i see new englandly
you'll know sir when the savior's face
how many times it ache for me today confess
we show them prayer
but were it told to me today
perhaps you're going too!
when we stop to die
Attireth That It Now Whoever Doubt
me prove it now whoever doubt
it don't sound so terrible quite as it did
i'm used to that
so i the ships may see
i could climb if i tried, i know
did i sing too loud?
attireth that it hear
would you be the fool to stay?
what would i give to see his face?
that i might look on thee?
i wonder how the rich may feel
But The Languor Of It And You're Two
the pile is ours, we dragged it bough on bough
of my regret hung not on all the land,
but the black spread like black death on the ground,
the languor of it and the dreaming fond;
within, the bride in the dusk alone
and children in the ships and in the towns?
and you're two months back in the middle of march,
the telescope at one end of his beat,
far off the homes of men, and farther still,
Somehow Must Be, As He Went Out And
by leaning back myself, as if the reins
as he went out and in to fetch the cows
was i desired in friendship, partly as some one
and i must be, as he had been, alone,
somehow must have gotten abroad,
the water for which we may have to look
there they have every means proper to do with,
that water never did to land before,
to yield with a grace to reason,
To The Ships Where War Has Found Them
about the ships where war has found them out
and question what of the night to be,
with the flowers to play,
to carry the same to the holy land;
i was just as the light was beginning to fail
his song so pitched as not to excite
but i don't count on it as much as len,
In The Door,
i have wished a bird would fly away,
well i know where to hie me in the dawn,
in prayer to the door,
and children in the ships and in the towns?
among bare maple boughs, and in the rare