friendship poem

gaily through the fields we danced
it was the autumn of the year
your body's motion is like music
take my bracelets
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
good woman
gingham dog and the calico cat
the old songs
she must go back, she said
the snow whispers about me
hang no wreath
i have seen the proudest stars
i am the wind that wavers
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you