break up poem

these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
be in me as the eternal moods
out of the window a sea of green trees
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
he speaks not well
in an old chamber softly lit
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
were it not for that singular smell
so fallen
gingham dog and the calico cat
had he and i but met
simply speaking
glass-blower of time