famous poem

i am a woman
sleep, gray brother of death
one sweetly solemn thought
through the broad earth's aching breast
there by the window in the old house
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
winged shadows sweeping by
out of the deep and the dark
and how could you dream of meeting
to come so soon to this imagined dark
let me move slowly through the street
three years ago today