christmas poems

i have had one fear in my life
night was black and drear
for then without
come down at dawn from windless hills
these be
beneath my window in a city street
here lies a most beautiful lady
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
i make my shroud, but no one knows
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
with the sunset
when i was a boy at college
glass-blower of time