christmas poem

you are my companion
and how could you dream of meeting
where shall i find you
the dawn was apple-green
now while my lips are living
daughter, thou art come to die
with the meek, brown eyes
she heard the children playing in the sun
grieve not for the invisible
the lightning flashed, and lifted
when you come tonight
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
there's one that i once loved so much