myspace poem

simply speaking
up to her chamber window
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
night is dark, and the winter winds
one by one, like leaves from a tree
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
i burn no incense
it was the autumn of the year
we break the glass whose sacred wine
sad are they who know not love
a mist was driving down
her face is fair and smooth and fine
it was a tall young oysterman
lived by the river-side