autumn poem

there's one that i once loved so much
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
doubtless i remember still
the sun is up
babylon-where i go dreaming
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
do the boys and girls still go
she heard the children playing in the sun
when i was broke in london
my soul is a dark ploughed field
the lightning flashed, and lifted
the sky