mother daughter poem

have you seen walking through the village
melancholy days have come
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
happiness
of sun nor stars
often i think of the beautiful town
up from the meadows rich with corn
friend, whose smile has come to be
i gazed upon the glorious sky
the saddest of the year
grieve not for the invisible
now that i have cooled to you
the light withdrawn