famous poem

at dawn, he said
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
skies they were ashen and sober
better than granite
old wine to drink
when the wind works against us in the dark
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
look out upon the stars, my love
when a deed is done for freedom
the ancient songs
for then without
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
and how could you dream of meeting
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying