free poetry

often i think of the beautiful town
here lies a most beautiful lady
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
night was black and drear
in their ragged regimentals
did you ever see an alligator
though love repine, and reason chafe
before the solemn bronze saint
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
now while my lips are living
who will be naming the wind
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
love has been sung a thousand ways
did you ever hear of