every man

he lays
strangers’ steps’ echoes
through the sad city
where mansions
keep vigil
from the sea
to the rocky mount

life and death
is none to him
not breathless, nor feverish
a mover of shadows
his angel
an English rose
by the threshold of time

this age of ours
danced away
his dazzling life
his soul sleep’d away
the evening hours
to seek and to serve
summer’s bee
lingering in reverie