Poems about simple
Like A Thief
there's grief of want, and grief of cold,
and dream the days away,
and held my ears, and like a thief
when simple you, and i,
Before My Dream
when they let go the ignominy smiling
nor will he like the dumb
too vague the face
forgive it last
before my simple bosom broke
it blistered to my dream
by it my title take
that sufficeth me
it puzzled me to know
alike to him one
too vague the face
death doubts it argues from the ground
and the earth they tell me
'tis But The Show Is Not The Ecstasy
'tis but the ecstasy of death
and tho' the sum was simple
the show is not the show,
for somewhat that it saw?
we didn't do it tho'!