acrostic poem

up to her chamber window
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
i am fevered
where shall i find you
do the boys and girls still go
for truth, for love
the swan existing
sleep, gray brother of death
will you glimmer on the sea?
have you seen walking through the village
to be able to see every side of every question
i've won the race
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
you are beautiful and faded