fall poetry

bring me soft song
out of me unworthy and unknown
the arches of the red bridge
for these white arms about my neck
and with the humming bird
no prey am i of poor thoughts
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
stern cold man
and my name is truthful
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
and still they walked on
a look is but a ray
where shall i find you
up and down he goes