poem and quote

there were three in the meadow by the brook
since i have felt the sense of death
when the wind works against us in the dark
she said
i know not where
out of the deep and the dark
lived by the river-side
doubtless i remember still
from song and dream for ever gone
see the tentative
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
often i think of the beautiful town
stand here by my side