love friendship poem

a flying word from here and there
daughter, thou art come to die
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
there was a time in former years
this is the arsenal
she knows a cheap release
have you not heard
look out upon the stars, my love
i love the old melodious lays
a look is but a ray
why do
some of the hurts you have cured
you say you love me
beneath my window in a city street