sad poetry

i saw the first pear
good woman
i have heard that a certain princess
one by one, like leaves from a tree
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
why do
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
he came and took me by the hand
musing, between the sunset and the dark
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
what do i owe to you
as i lie roofed in, screened in
grieve not for the invisible
quietly, with reverance, in awe