Poems about thank
To Buy A Flower,
to wonder what myself will say,
perhaps you'd like to buy a flower,
she put some flowers away
who went to thank her
To Perish In Her Recompense
they ask but our delight
to our familiar eyes
then my face take her recompense
to perish in her hand!
to whom this would have pointed me
i shouldn't like to come
if i couldn't thank you,
that they remember me;
when i could take it in my hand
it could not hold a sigh
i dared not enter, lest a face
and so and so had been to me,
so notelessly are made!
Would Seem To Me The Way
if haply she might not despise
would but some god inform him
i went to thank her
the house encore me so
would seem to me the more the way
that if the spirit like to hide
it doesn't state you how
he longer must than i
i though that storm was brief
that kept so many warm
this being comfort then
But Were It Told To Me And I
shadows hold their breath;
i dared not enter, lest a face
i reason, we could die
i went to thank her
all else accused me and i smiled
so if i get lost there ever
but were it told to me today
Never I Mind The Former, Blew Away,
betrays the solitude,
a light, for her, did solemn glow,
the former, blew away,
and when thanksgiving, came,
and never i mind the sea;
yet held my breath, the while
they spurn the air, as t'were too mean