sad death poem

i shall see a star tonight
the earth keeps some vibration going
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
if the red slayer think he slays
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
stern cold man
there is an hour of peaceful rest
my sorrow, when she's here with me
when i was a boy at college
dark-eyed
why so sad my lovely one?
the long resounding marble corridors
sad are they who know not love