1. bring

  • It's All I Have to Bring Today

    It's all I have to bring today--
    This, and my heart beside--
    This, and my heart, and all the fields--
    And all the meadows wide--
    Be sure you count--should I forget
    Some one the sum could tell--
    This, and my heart, and all the Bees
    Which in the Clover dwell.

    Emily Dickinson

  • Bring Them Not Back

    Yet, o my friend—pale conjurer, I call
    Thee friend—bring, bring the dead not back again,
    Since for the tears, the darkness and the pain
    Of unrequited friendship—for the gall
    That hatred mingles with fond love—for all
    Life’s endless turmoil, bitterness and bane,
    Thou hast given dreamless rest. Still let the rain,
    And sunshine, and the dews...

    James Benjamin Kenyon

  • Bring me the sunset in a cup,

    Bring me the sunset in a cup,

    Reckon the morning's flagons up

    And say how many Dew,

    Tell me how far the morning leaps —

    Tell me what time the weaver sleeps

    Who spun the breadth of blue!


    Write me how many notes there be

    In the new Robin's ecstasy

    Among astonished boughs —...

  • I bring an unaccustomed wine

    And so I always bear the cup

    If, haply, mine may be the drop

    Some pilgrim thirst to slake,—


    If, haply, any say to me,

    "Unto the little, unto me,"

    When I at last awake.

  • I could bring You Jewels — had I a mind to —

    I could bring You Jewels — had I a mind to —

    But You have enough — of those —

    I could bring You Odors from St. Domingo —

    Colors — from Vera Cruz —


    Berries of the Bahamas — have I —

    But this little Blaze

    Flickering to itself — in the Meadow —

    Suits Me — more than those —

    ...

  • I've nothing else — to bring, You know —

    I've nothing else — to bring, You know —

    So I keep bringing These —

    Just as the Night keeps fetching Stars

    To our familiar eyes —


    Maybe, we shouldn't mind them —

    Unless they didn't come —

    Then — maybe, it would puzzle us

    To find our way Home —

  • If I should cease to bring a Rose

    If I should cease to bring a Rose

    Upon a festal day,

    'Twill be because beyond the Rose

    I have been called away —

    If I should cease to take the names

    My buds commemorate —

    'Twill be because Death's finger

    Claps my murmuring lip!

  • It's all I have to bring today —

    It's all I have to bring today —

    This, and my heart beside —

    This, and my heart, and all the fields —

    And all the meadows wide —

    Be sure you count — should I forget

    Some one the sum could tell —

    This, and my heart, and all the Bees

    Which in the Clover dwell.