anniversary poetry

mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
above them all, looking down
i made a vow once, one only
two rows of cabbages
i stood by the open casement
as evening falls
the agony of having too much power
out of the window a sea of green trees
i heard the wind all day
those black eyes i once so praised
her face is fair and smooth and fine
out of the deep and the dark