life poetry

out of the deep and the dark
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
i cannot always feel his greatness
i gazed upon the glorious sky
i stood by the open casement
arched the flood
what was it the engines said
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
sun stepped down from his golden throne
before the solemn bronze saint
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
the rain was over, and the brilliant air