modern poetry

i shall see a star tonight
i burn no incense
out of the deep and the dark
shadows lay along broadway
in the dark and peace of my final bed
in their ragged regimentals
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
sun and wind and beat of sea
long has the summer sunlight shone
all down the years
last midnight
who loves the rain
see the tentative
she heard the children playing in the sun