pastor appreciation poem

night was black and drear
did you ever hear of
storm
it was a tall young oysterman
the air is like a butterfly
the air is full of dawn and spring
melancholy days have come
in halls of sleep you wandered by
she was a beauty in the days
world that changes under my hand
be in me as the eternal moods
lived by the river-side
i am the wind that wavers
when i was a boy at college