Analysis of Letters To Anna (part 1)

Dear Anna,
I'm just a passerby-
Your Deathmark-
A Yellow-Ribboned Pize,
Extorts more than my eyes;
Disperses, then flicks my soul-
Words steadfast in sphector strophe;
Such static plagues in earthly things-
So mighty, your death-carriage brings
The bend of brighted tunnel's scope,
The wish of Heaven's token slope,
Unfolds here now instead of storm;
Beside your smile I now sojourn-
In solice we begin to speak,
In thoughts- not words,
Is Heaven's way;
"Yes, I will close my eyes,
 and shall not peek..."
I hear a Child's minstrel play-