brother poem

renew the vision of delight
noises that strive to tear
who will be naming the wind
when i was broke in london
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
melancholy, blue it was
shadows lay along broadway
i went up and down the streets
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
i can not tell you now
quietly, with reverance, in awe
the pale day drowses on the western steep