daughter poem

the long resounding marble corridors
i love the old melodious lays
out of the sparkling sea
all quiet along the potomac
when night drifts along the streets of the city
in an old chamber softly lit
i said, i have shut my heart
have you seen walking through the village
when i was broke in london
my mother taught me that every night
shades of night were falling fast
the saddest of the year