wedding poem

for these white arms about my neck
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
a look is but a ray
which i wish to remark
up to her chamber window
she might have known it in the earlier spring
once this soft turf
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
under a spreading chestnut tree
passing through huddled and ugly walls
daughters of time
a little peach in the orchard grew
where shall i find you
my mother taught me that every night