love friendship poem

birds against the april wind
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
when the wind works against us in the dark
come down at dawn from windless hills
i had over-prepared the event
i loathed you
arched the flood
calm as that second summer
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
did you ever see an alligator
though love repine, and reason chafe