Poems about size
That They Will Cheat The Blood
lest anybody spy the blood
that they will cheat the sight
that as myself could pity him
as we who never can
yet not too far to come at call
these never stir at all
and after that there's heaven
morning means just risk to the lover
the opinion will serve for them
to take my rank by in the west
and yet by trades the size of these
But Only On Me
pushed sudden thro' to his
and then the size of this "small" life
on so best a heart
so looked itself on me
but only on my forehead stopped
when it began, or if there were
that when i could not find it
perhaps he doesn't know the house
it near as i can guess
i only have it not tonight
i had not had but for yourself
was that she might
See Thee Better In The Width Of Life
patience is the smile's exertion
the width of life before it spreads
to him of adequate desire
to ascertain the size
that i could ascertain
i would as soon attempt to warm
i could not see to see,
i see thee better in the dark
what right have i to be a bride
see where it hurt me that's enough
because he knows it cannot speak
but since it is playing kill us,
just lost, when i was saved!
but since myself assault me
but please take a little girl
The Same,
but thought has need of no such things,
but the wind out of doors�you know the saying,
that tinged the atmosphere,
the way he mixed that in with other things,
where bird and flower were one and the same,
with sorrow and dread,
and since there were but two of them,
of many times his size,