free poem

and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
did you ever hear of
all quiet along the potomac
a storm is riding on the tide
there was a strangeness on your lips
i love the old melodious lays
her face is fair and smooth and fine
within my hand i hold
some of the hurts you have cured
friend, whose smile has come to be
they may talk of love in a cottage
with the sunset