sister poem

if i had known how narrow a prison is love
little gate was reached at last
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
to be able to see every side of every question
i went up and down the streets
night was black and drear
i do not pray for peace
along a river-side
as evening falls
in may
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
a storm is riding on the tide
you say you love me
afraid no more, i say