def poetry

over the river, on the hill
a pen of steel
eighty years have passed, and more
a flying word from here and there
will you glimmer on the sea?
her face is fair and smooth and fine
be not false
up from the meadows rich with corn
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
as i lie roofed in, screened in
where shall i find you
uplifting, as the wind blew
i know not where