funeral poem

all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
when, full of warm and eager love
i have seen the proudest stars
for these white arms about my neck
and my name is truthful
master of human destinies am i
lo! 'tis a gala night
in the dark and peace of my final bed
i stood by the open casement
glass-blower of time
world that changes under my hand
let me be sad
have you seen walking through the village