christmas poetry

very well, you liberals
like eagles on up high
death's nobility again
i love my life, but not too well
will you glimmer on the sea?
little gate was reached at last
the long resounding marble corridors
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
she heard the children playing in the sun
there is an hour of peaceful rest
i have seen the proudest stars
she might have known it in the earlier spring
into the silent land