love friendship poem

it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
blossoms of babies
if i were very sure
above them all, looking down
on and on
though love repine, and reason chafe
little park that i pass through
i despise my friends more than you
world that changes under my hand
the pale day drowses on the western steep
quietly, with reverance, in awe
over the river, on the hill
thoughts through my head