religious poem

roses and gold
in your flight
lived by the river-side
these be
splendid and terrible your love
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
a little peach in the orchard grew
the lightning flashed, and lifted
there's one that i once loved so much
there by the window in the old house
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
under the harvest moon