Trust poems

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This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.

A Psalm of Life

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

To-Day, This Insect

© Dylan Thomas

To-day, this insect, and the world I breathe,
Now that my symbols have outelbowed space,
Time at the city spectacles, and half
The dear, daft time I take to nudge the sentence,

National Trust

© Tony Harrison

Bottomless pits. There's on in Castleton,
and stout upholders of our law and order
one day thought its depth worth wagering on
and borrowed a convict hush-hush from his warder
and winched him down; and back, flayed, grey, mad, dumb.

Trusty as the stars

© Emily Dickinson

Trusty as the stars
Who quit their shining working
Prompt as when I lit them
In Genesis' new house,

Trust in the Unexpected --

© Emily Dickinson

Trust in the Unexpected --
By this -- was William Kidd
Persuaded of the Buried Gold --
As One had testified --

Trust adjust her "Peradventure" --

© Emily Dickinson

Trust adjust her "Peradventure" --
Phantoms entered "and not you."

Those fair -- fictitious People

© Emily Dickinson

Those fair -- fictitious People --
The Women -- plucked away
From our familiar Lifetime --
The Men of Ivory --

They leave us with the Infinite.

© Emily Dickinson

They leave us with the Infinite.
But He -- is not a man --
His fingers are the size of fists --
His fists, the size of men --

The Truth -- is stirless --

© Emily Dickinson

The Truth -- is stirless --
Other force -- may be presumed to move --
This -- then -- is best for confidence --
When oldest Cedars swerve --

The Chemical conviction

© Emily Dickinson

The Chemical conviction
That Nought be lost
Enable in Disaster
My fractured Trust --

Life -- is what we make of it --

© Emily Dickinson

Life -- is what we make of it --
Death -- we do not know --
Christ's acquaintance with Him
Justify Him -- though --

I think just how my shape will rise

© Emily Dickinson

I think just how my shape will rise --
When I shall be "forgiven" --
Till Hair -- and Eyes -- and timid Head --
Are out of sight -- in Heaven --

He strained my faith

© Emily Dickinson

He strained my faith --
Did he find it supple?
Shook my strong trust --
Did it then -- yield?

Escape is such a thankful Word

Escape is such a thankful Word
I often in the Night
Consider it unto myself
No spectacle in sight

Elizabeth told Essex

Elizabeth told Essex
That she could not forgive
The clemency of Deity
However -- might survive --

A little bread -- a crust -- a crumb

A little bread -- a crust -- a crumb --
A little trust -- a demijohn --
Can keep the soul alive --
Not portly, mind! but breathing -- warm --
Conscious -- as old Napoleon,
The night before the Crown!

"Unto Me?" I do not know you --

I am spotted -- "I am Pardon" --
I am small -- "The Least
Is esteemed in Heaven the Chiefest --
Occupy my House" --

"Remember me" implored the Thief!

"Remember me" implored the Thief!
Oh Hospitality!
My Guest "Today in Paradise"
I give thee guaranty.

The Gentian weaves her fringes

The Gentian weaves her fringes --
The Maple's loom is red --
My departing blossoms
Obviate parade.