lyric poem

look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
have you not heard
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
skies they were ashen and sober
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
eighty years have passed, and more
she burst fierce wine
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
thou unrelenting past
out of the sparkling sea
it tells of good old times
what shall we do now