anniversary poem

along the banks
the sky
good woman
the air is full of dawn and spring
this is the song of youth
backward, turn backward
a look is but a ray
under a spreading chestnut tree
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
along a river-side
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon