son poem

green afternoon serene and bright
when the wind works against us in the dark
long has the summer sunlight shone
shades of night were falling fast
when freedom from her mountain height
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
when i returned at sunset
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
sad are they who know not love
i have cast the world
a storm is riding on the tide
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor