contemporary poetry

over the river, on the hill
out of the deep and the dark
wheel me down by the meadow
to the passionate lover
if the red slayer think he slays
beside a stricken field
do not turn your head
i stood by the open casement
when i looked into your eyes
noises that strive to tear
truely
daughter, thou art come to die
the stars fell from heaven
when the wind works against us in the dark