short friendship poem

passing through huddled and ugly walls
doubtless i remember still
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
there are gains for all our losses
of sun nor stars
all my love for my sweet
stand here by my side
the pale day drowses on the western steep
in mournful numbers
a little peach in the orchard grew
the ancient songs
your body's motion is like music
i stand in the cold gray weather