poem for dad

she knows a cheap release
look out upon the stars, my love
stay no more
since i have felt the sense of death
made up of loveliness alone
into the silent land
before the solemn bronze saint
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
sleep, gray brother of death
these be
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
muffled drum's sad roll has beat