poetry for kid

night was black and drear
with the sunset
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
if it
one by one, like leaves from a tree
the pale day drowses on the western steep
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
some one complained to the master
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
the long resounding marble corridors
she said
up to her chamber window
their beautiful hair