famous poem

i wonder where you live
some of the hurts you have cured
if the red slayer think he slays
could we but know
my mother taught me that every night
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
passing through huddled and ugly walls
daughters of time
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
i walk down the garden paths
skies they were ashen and sober
along the banks
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies