birthday poetry

i know what you're going to say
let us pity those who are better off than we are
simply speaking
if i were very sure
in an old chamber softly lit
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
a flying word from here and there
she might have known it in the earlier spring
be in me as the eternal moods
the little white prayers
here falls no light
why so sad my lovely one?