gothic poetry

rose and amber was the sunset on the river
will you glimmer on the sea?
i walk down the garden paths
do not turn your head
did you ever hear of
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
green afternoon serene and bright
i am the wind that wavers
i had a dream and i awoke with it
from our hidden places
skies they were ashen and sober
i saw the clouds among the hills
in his guarded tent
in their ragged regimentals