mother daughter poem

backward, turn backward
day is done
we who stood
daughter, thou art come to die
let me be sad
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
have you not heard
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
the earth keeps some vibration going
stuff of the moon
now that i have cooled to you
why so sad my lovely one?
when a deed is done for freedom
when you come tonight