fall poem

let me move slowly through the street
thoughts through my head
in his guarded tent
i saw god. do you doubt it?
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
i know not where
that year
daughter, thou art come to die
high walls and huge
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
with the meek, brown eyes
do the boys and girls still go
softly now the light of day