halloween poetry

the stars fell from heaven
up to her chamber window
she might have known it in the earlier spring
melancholy, blue it was
out of the window a sea of green trees
tell me
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
the air is like a butterfly
high walls and huge
night was black and drear
i cannot always feel his greatness
do i like it
there was a time in former years
beneath my window in a city street