happy birthday poem

when i was a boy at college
out of me unworthy and unknown
daughter, thou art come to die
just as my fingers on these keys
she limps with halting painful pace
when, full of warm and eager love
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
with her hair flaying wildly
in and of itself
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
last midnight
i saw him once before
gingham dog and the calico cat
lived by the river-side