narrative poetry

all quiet along the potomac
to some the fat gods
and how could you dream of meeting
she might have known it in the earlier spring
i do not pray for peace
winged shadows sweeping by
i said, i have shut my heart
over the river they beckon to me
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
passing through huddled and ugly walls
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
i saw god. do you doubt it?
from song and dream for ever gone
that strange companion came on shuffling feet