son poem

the meadow was creeping
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
i loved a woman
in september
from song and dream for ever gone
i stood by the open casement
daughter, thou art come to die
at midnight
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
the pale day drowses on the western steep
the ships are lying in the bay
he came and took me by the hand