Poems about suit
You See Your Lifetime
toward the god of him
upon the ignorance steals
glee the great storm is over
but the push of joy
the thought to be alive
they may not finally say, yes
you see i cannot see your lifetime
when we are going home
yet i for it would pay
will suit me just as well
Held My Ears, And Now, I'm Different
they doubt to witness it
we waited while she passed
her steady boat be seen
and held my ears, and like a thief
and now, i'm different from before,
bereft i was of what i knew not
will suit me just as well
Yet Remains To See
his own would fall so more
i have so much to do
will suit me just as well
some things that stay there be
it yet remains to see
yet know not what was done to me
to whom this would have pointed me
that they remember me;
i think just how my shape will rise
i'm that or nought
i found the phrase to every thought
it near as i can guess
i do not need a light
then will i not repine,
that just now dangled still,
Yet Was Not Feel
his mighty pleasure suits us not
we know that their superior eyes
then look for me, be sure you say
of what they do outside
but you have enough of those
i could not feel the anguish go
i wonder how the rich may feel
but tell him that it ceased to feel
a furtive look you know as well
should reach the heart that wanted me
had it for me a morn
yet was not the foe of any
a rich man might not notice it
then look for me, be sure you say
tell me how far the morning leaps
Not What
alas, how heedless were the eyes
will suit me just as well
i liked as well to see
and doubt that you are mine
it is just as well!
not quite with him at home
the lonesome for they know not what
I Saw No Way The Fall,
more imminent than pain
seeking more to spend
will suit me just as well
if you were coming in the fall,
that i may take that promise
oh if there may departing be
without a bolt that i could prove
i saw no way the heavens were stitched
then summer then the heaven of god
how they will tell the story
We Shall Not Want To Lead Him To
the soul cannot be rid
this might have been the hand
i could bring you jewels had i a mind to
will suit me just as well
could give them any pause;
we shall not want to use again
to lead him to the well
for these were only put to death
and mostly see not
and he will tell you skill is late
and then the list is done
Without A Thing To Say?
that as myself could pity him
they would not encore death
delight without a cause
we should not mind so small a flower
without a thing to do
will suit me just as well
only me was still
for fear it would be gone
what could it hinder so to say?
if town it have beyond itself
neither could be heard
that would not let the will
and what itself, will say to me