child poem

i saw the clouds among the hills
for these white arms about my neck
i loved a woman
here falls no light
melancholy days have come
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
soft as the bed in the earth
thou unrelenting past
we break the glass whose sacred wine
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
when night drifts along the streets of the city
i wonder where you live
i am fevered
on and on