christian poetry

among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
i have heard that a certain princess
though love repine, and reason chafe
the ships are lying in the bay
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
in an old chamber softly lit
i burn no incense
glass-blower of time
were it not for that singular smell
give me
with lips blood red and heart of stone
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
out of the sparkling sea
did you ever hear of