sad death poem

i saw the first pear
when, full of warm and eager love
in an old chamber softly lit
gingham dog and the calico cat
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
dark-eyed
god
we who stood
my soul is a dark ploughed field
now that i have cooled to you
it was many and many a year ago
beautiful, tragical faces
will you glimmer on the sea?
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor