Poems about wharf
Just Revelation To Tell
the anguish and the loss
and fear is like the one
and then the wharf is still!
and we are waiting for the coach
round our new fireside but for this
just revelation to the beloved
the walls begun to tell
the world stands solemner to me
the sages call it small
'twas warm at first like us
The Last Night That She Breathed Against
because she breathed against
the last night that she lived
it was the limit of my dream
he found my being set it up
had it remained to speak
so short way off it seems
and then the wharf is still!
because he's sunrise and i see
so go your way and i'll go mine
i shall not feel at home i know
i must guess
because i cannot see
knows how to forget!
so you could see what moved them so
the dying need but little, dear,