fall poem

there by the window in the old house
have you seen walking through the village
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
to be able to see every side of every question
no prey am i of poor thoughts
have you not heard
just as my fingers on these keys
is there anybody there
desolate and lone
though love repine, and reason chafe
love me at last, or if you will not
mysterious night
i went up and down the streets