graduation poem

over the river, on the hill
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
the agony of having too much power
she heard the children playing in the sun
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
storm
i see all human wits
you are clear
when i looked into your eyes
all those treasures that lie
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam