suicide poem

she said
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
did you ever hear of
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
under dusky laurel leaf
who will be naming the wind
she heard the children playing in the sun
in may
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
like eagles on up high
one sweetly solemn thought
it was many and many a year ago
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
before the solemn bronze saint