romantic poem

let us plant
quietly, with reverance, in awe
at midnight
sing again the song you sung
up from the meadows rich with corn
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
i walk down the garden paths
when a deed is done for freedom
gaily through the fields we danced
they in the darkness gather and ask
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
i've won the race
the ships are lying in the bay
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds