angel poem

i saw the clouds among the hills
i have cast the world
the swan existing
tell me not
as i lie roofed in, screened in
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
just as my fingers on these keys
let a joy keep you
do the boys and girls still go
i loved a woman
there is no flock, however watched and tended
if the red slayer think he slays
it was a tall young oysterman
for these white arms about my neck