missing you poem

in an old chamber softly lit
why do you always stand there shivering
in september
from song and dream for ever gone
it was the autumn of the year
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
they in the darkness gather and ask
listen
when a deed is done for freedom
musing, between the sunset and the dark
and breaketh bread no more
the old west, the old time
once this soft turf