memorial poem

o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
in halls of sleep you wandered by
i shall see a star tonight
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
i never knew the earth had so much gold
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
for then without
i saw the clouds among the hills
when, full of warm and eager love
a mist was driving down
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
he came and took me by the hand
the pale day drowses on the western steep
some one complained to the master