love poem quote

i reside at table mountain
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
beneath the warrior's helm
it tells of good old times
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
one with you
listen to the sounding sea
under a spreading chestnut tree
you are beautiful and faded
i said
i burn no incense
there were three in the meadow by the brook
tell me less or tell me more
once this soft turf