modern poetry

for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
long has the summer sunlight shone
high walls and huge
lived by the river-side
he's gone
the swan existing
have we no shame?
beneath my window in a city street
friend, whose smile has come to be
if the red slayer think he slays
i shall see a star tonight
up from the south at break of day
shades of night were falling fast
perhaps