def poetry

i said, i have shut my heart
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
over the river, on the hill
with the sunset
we were not many
to clothe the fiery thought
if i should die, think only this of me
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
there is an hour of peaceful rest