mother daughter poem

sun and wind and beat of sea
the saddest of the year
be not false
these be
there is an hour of peaceful rest
over the river they beckon to me
often i think of the beautiful town
i make my shroud, but no one knows
softly now the light of day
do you hear the rain?
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
in halls of sleep you wandered by
i loved a woman
never in all my life