christian poem

muffled drum's sad roll has beat
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
i had a dream and i awoke with it
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
out of the deep and the dark
daughters of time
in the dark and peace of my final bed
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
no prey am i of poor thoughts