funny poem

lived by the river-side
i love my life, but not too well
musing, between the sunset and the dark
i walk down the garden paths
i make my shroud, but no one knows
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
these be
there were three in the meadow by the brook
the light withdrawn
i have to say good-night
as it
be patient, life, when love is at the gate