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And scattered here and there, with these,
The knarred and crooked cedar knees;The rounded days and the safe years he sees,
Nor fears death's water mounting round his knees.Keep evergreen the trees
That stand half-flayed and dying,
And the dead trees on their kneesWheel with graceful ease,
And I, untiring in admiring,
Fall upon my kneesWhen glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-
In the old times, before he threw away his knees.I see my past, its face hid in your knees.
How can I seek your languorous charm save in its
Own source, your heart and body formed to please.Give myrrhy-threaded golden folds of ease.
Your scarce-sheathed bones are weary of being bent:
Lo, God shall strengthen all the feeble knees.Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees
That half a proper gardener's work is done upon his knees,For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,At the feet of the trees,
With her face on her knees,They spiled along the water-course with trunks of willow-trees,
And planks of elms behind 'em and immortal oaken knees.Yet let me with my head upon your knees,
Although I mourn the summer, white and torrid
Taste these last yellow rays before they freeze.The red light fell about their knees
On heads that rose by slow degrees7 His body bent, his arms and knees
8 Like to the roots of ancient trees.Thy ears were deaf, and feeble were thy knees,--
I saw thee stagger in the summer breeze,And then by gradual degrees,
Your shins and ankles, calves and knees,A swarm of bees
insects, butterfly's & snakes
Left helpless again down on my kneesHis helmet now shall make a hive for bees;
And, lovers' sonnets turn'd to holy psalms,
A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees,Is slouching slowly at his ease,
Half-hidden in the windless blur
Of white dust puffiing to his knees.Her limbs did creep and freeze;
But when they prayed, she thought she saw
Her mother on her knees.