marriage poem

two rows of cabbages
softly now the light of day
high walls and huge
from song and dream for ever gone
i am old and blind
over the river, on the hill
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
she burst fierce wine
this is the arsenal
be not false
beneath my window in a city street
gone are the three, those sisters rare
when freedom from her mountain height
rocked in the cradle of the deep