mother daughter poem

her face is fair and smooth and fine
there were three in the meadow by the brook
she was a beauty in the days
within my hand i hold
if the red slayer think he slays
a mist was driving down
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
little park that i pass through
often i think of the beautiful town
moonlight deep and tender
when i was a boy at college
in the dark and peace of my final bed