happy birthday poem

as it
i saw him once before
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
friend, whose smile has come to be
and breaketh bread no more
though love repine, and reason chafe
softly now the light of day
shades of night were falling fast
out of the deep and the dark
what was it the engines said
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
she burst fierce wine
backward, turn backward