famous poem

my mother taught me that every night
i have seen the proudest stars
the darkness rolls upward
if the red slayer think he slays
i burn no incense
the saddest of the year
why do you always stand there shivering
up from the meadows rich with corn
i love my hour of wind and light
uplifting, as the wind blew
the fragrance came
beneath my window in a city street
wrap the earth in cloudy weather