funny poem

there by the window in the old house
when you come tonight
the ships are lying in the bay
the darkness rolls upward
i love the old melodious lays
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
wheel me down by the meadow
see the tentative
still thirteen years
i stood by the open casement
i make my shroud, but no one knows
with the meek, brown eyes
there are three ways in which men take
brother, i am fire