christian poem

world that changes under my hand
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
there are three ways in which men take
among the mountains i wandered
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
you are beautiful and faded
from song and dream for ever gone
night was black and drear
let me move slowly through the street
there were three in the meadow by the brook
i made a vow once, one only
she must go back, she said
i said, i have shut my heart
the sun is up