friendship poem

one by one, like leaves from a tree
let me be sad
better than granite
they may talk of love in a cottage
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
we break the glass whose sacred wine
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
lady, your heart has turned to dust
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
if the red slayer think he slays
why are the things that have no death
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst