Poem Lake | Page 569 | The Greatest Poems of All Time

A Wayward Rose Poet:	We can but follow to the Sun — We can but follow to the Sun — As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behind — 'Tis mostly — following — We go no further with the Dust Than to the Earthen Door — And then the Panels are... Poet:	We Cover Thee — Sweet Face — We Cover Thee — Sweet Face — Not that We tire of Thee — But that Thyself fatigue of Us — Remember — as Thou go — We follow Thee until Thou notice Us — no more — And then — reluctant — turn away ... Poet:	We do not play on Graves — We do not play on Graves — Because there isn't Room — Besides — it isn't even — it slants And People come — And put a Flower on it — And hang their faces so — We're fearing that their Hearts will... Poet:
We don't cry — Tim and I, We don't cry — Tim and I, We are far too grand — But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend — Then we hide our brave face Deep in our hand — Not to cry — Tim and I — We are far too... Poet:	We grow accustomed to the Dark — We grow accustomed to the Dark — When light is put away — As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp To witness her Goodbye — A Moment — We uncertain step For newness of the night — Then — fit our Vision to... Poet:	We hail the day We hail the day—the glorious day Which gave a nation birth; Where Freedom could her wand display Among the powers of earth. Chorus All hail—all hail! to th’ Stars and Stripes... Poet:	We knew not that we were to live — We knew not that we were to live — Nor when — we are to die — Our ignorance — our cuirass is — We wear Mortality As lightly as an Option Gown Till asked to take it off — By his intrusion, God is known —... Poet:
We learn it in Retreating We learn it in Retreating How vast an one Was recently among us — A Perished Sun Endear in the departure How doubly more Than all the Golden presence It was — before — Poet:	We like March. We like March. His Shoes are Purple — He is new and high — Makes he Mud for Dog and Peddler. Makes he Forests dry. Knows the Adder Tongue his coming And presents her Spot — Stands the Sun so... Poet: