thanksgiving poetry

have we no shame?
when you come tonight
let us pity those who are better off than we are
often is it not so?
once this soft turf
to clothe the fiery thought
when i was a boy at college
i know not where
tell me less or tell me more
my true love from her pillow rose
lived by the river-side
soft as the bed in the earth
i am the wind that wavers
look out upon the stars, my love