break up poem

the mountains they are silent folk
if i should die, think only this of me
there is no flock, however watched and tended
when i was broke in london
when the hours of day are numbered
my mother taught me that every night
i loved a woman
do not turn your head
along a river-side
do you hear the rain?
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
i have heard that a certain princess
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break