teenage love poem

while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
so fallen
daughter, thou art come to die
in halls of sleep you wandered by
splendid and terrible your love
gone before us
they ask me where i've been
let me move slowly through the street
there's one that i once loved so much
the old west, the old time
our pleasant moments fly
why are the things that have no death
muffled drum's sad roll has beat