inspirational poetry

my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
what shall we do now
in his guarded tent
into the silent land
do the boys and girls still go
in the dark and peace of my final bed
let a joy keep you
a life on the ocean wave
it was the autumn of the year
he'd even have his joke
why do
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
along a river-side