Poems with rhymes of places

Crying from your hiding places --
Let me go, I cannot bear
The sorrow of the passing faces.

Brothers, fly up from thy places,
When the brimming cup doth pass,
Let the foam shoot up in spaces:

Strangers assume your phantom faces,
You grin at me from daylight places,

In my hands I take their faces,
Smiling to my smiles they run.
Would that I could take their places

And round red faces;
Big substantial
Sit-down-places;

Their wind comes in our faces,---
Till our hearts turn,---our head, with pulses burning,
And the walls turn in their places---

And on the right hand took their places
In order; on the left, the Graces:

He invites the derision of strangers—he enters all places.
Booted, bareheaded he enters. With shouts and embraces

Forever changing places-
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces.

Roszak sees fear in some teacher’s faces,
Computers may soon take their places.

The angels keep their ancient places--
Turn but a stone and start a wing!
'Tis ye, 'tis your estrangèd faces,

And flatterers in to men's faces;
And backbiters in secret places,

When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces,
The mother of months in meadow or plain
Fills the shadows and windy places

Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places,
Newly with grass o'ergrown; some solemn graces,

Our household treasures take familiar places,
And are to us as if a living tongue
Spice from the printed leaves or pictured faces!

With grim, hard-bitten faces,
With jests of savage mirth,
They swept into their places,

In the lonely, silent places
Men lift up their glad, wet faces,

I answer; the Tories were in my good graces,
Till all my relations were put into places.

These blasphemed and fought for places;
Those, half-crush'd, cast frantic faces,

Leaving at last of her least signs and traces
None whatsoever, nor whither she is vanished from these places.