famous poem

sadly speaking
in may
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
your body's motion is like music
to come so soon to this imagined dark
in their ragged regimentals
still thirteen years
what do i owe to you
therefore i may not
i saw the first pear
i never knew the earth had so much gold
it tells of good old times
daughter, thou art come to die
there are gains for all our losses