autumn poetry

to come so soon to this imagined dark
listen to the sounding sea
the ancient songs
a storm is riding on the tide
risen from the dead
a life on the ocean wave
to clothe the fiery thought
i saw him once before
if the red slayer think he slays
often i think of the beautiful town
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
pushing out, struggling vainly
splendid and terrible your love