happy birthday poem

mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
in your arms was still delight
i reside at table mountain
her face is fair and smooth and fine
she might have known it in the earlier spring
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
darkest, strangest mystery
when a deed is done for freedom
i loved a woman
through the broad earth's aching breast