teacher poem

o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
risen from the dead
he came and took me by the hand
one sweetly solemn thought
be not angry with me
into the silent land
from song and dream for ever gone
and my name is truthful
renew the vision of delight
one with you
as a white candle
truely
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
melancholy days have come