short funny poem

under a spreading chestnut tree
night is dark, and the winter winds
when night drifts along the streets of the city
gingham dog and the calico cat
with lips blood red and heart of stone
the hypocritic days
the sky
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
for these white arms about my neck
soft as the bed in the earth
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
little gate was reached at last