Poems about trinket
We See
too jostled were our souls to speak
and life and i keep even
and i could i stand by
i'll put a trinket on,
then will i not repine,
not if to talk with me
supporting what we see
i found the phrase to every thought
we shall not want to use again
i've none to tell me to but thee
i only must not change so fair
i know lives, i could miss