thank you poem

grieve not for the invisible
i go my way complacently
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
see, from this counterfeit of him
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
the ancient songs
i said, i have shut my heart
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
she heard the children playing in the sun
be in me as the eternal moods
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
i had over-prepared the event
do not grieve that it is over