spanish poem

i saw the clouds among the hills
one by one, like leaves from a tree
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
rocked in the cradle of the deep
the light withdrawn
calm as that second summer
i know not where
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
which keeps
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
though love repine, and reason chafe
long has the summer sunlight shone
looking beyond
the ancient songs