halloween poem

the light withdrawn
city that is not a city
could we but know
when i looked into your eyes
i am a woman
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
my true love from her pillow rose
there is no escape by the river
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
over the river, on the hill
see, they return
is there anybody there
when i was broke in london
in an old chamber softly lit