Poems about trick
The Trick
or tell god how cross we are
i breathed enough to take the trick
the lips i would have cooled, alas
i could climb if i tried, i know
I Breathed Enough To Know The Planks
proclaim with their remaining might
their height in heaven comforts not
the grass so little has to do
we learn to know the planks
i breathed enough to take the trick
because i know it's true
so sure i'd come so sure i'd come
That's Out Of What It Was We
why heaven did not break away
would it stop whining if to thee
so you could see what moved them so
though you're very far
needs but to remember
of what they do outside
that's easier than the other film
and then it's out of sight
it dropped so low in my regard
for these were only put to death
as pride were all it could
and what it was we never lisped
i breathed enough to take the trick
should be the art to save
i'll hand it to the angel
Firm They Soon Saw He Wouldn't Advise
but he wouldn't advise a thing to blossom,
a light he was to no one but himself
that not everybody else knew was to count
they soon saw he would do someone a mischief
and still she had all they had they the lucky!
that was what marrying father meant to her,
not for me to ask which, when what he took
that a boy counts so much when saved from work,
they string together with a living thread,
when slowly and nobody comes with a light
and when i come to the garden ground,
so old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
the stricken flower bent double and so hung,
had wound strings round and round it like a bundle,
Far Off The Face Of Trees,
a moment sought in air his flower of rest,
beyond the shadow of a doubt;
so inconsolably in the face of love,
the stricken flower bent double and so hung,
salmon and sturgeon, lashing with their tails,
far off the homes of men, and farther still,
the light of heaven falls whole and white
of things of moment to which, they wist,
before he came to the land of spain,
all simply in the springing of the year,
not of woods only and the shade of trees,
and the world had found new terms of worth,
bring the singer, bring the nester;
the work of hunters is another thing,
in the shape of a man,
The Flower Was Before It Grew,
where the flower was before it grew,
then the rain stopped and the blowing,
that jangled even above the general noise,
the stricken flower bent double and so hung,
of burning fatness, and then nothing but