baby poem

there is no escape by the river
there is a city, builded by no hand
just as my fingers on these keys
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
for these white arms about my neck
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
i love the old melodious lays
through the broad earth's aching breast
the pale day drowses on the western steep
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
on and on
of sun nor stars