graduation poem

i am in love with high far-seeing places
day is done
have we no shame?
before the solemn bronze saint
out of the sparkling sea
so fallen
little gate was reached at last
therefore i may not
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
did you ever hear of
he'd even have his joke
with the meek, brown eyes
when a deed is done for freedom
muffled drum's sad roll has beat