baby shower poem

in his guarded tent
what was it the engines said
it tells of good old times
i shall see a star tonight
by the shore, by the sea
rocked in the cradle of the deep
she might have known it in the earlier spring
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
as it
in the sphere
when night drifts along the streets of the city
little park that i pass through
i am singing to you
love has been sung a thousand ways