short poem

it tells of good old times
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
when night drifts along the streets of the city
did you ever see an alligator
in an old chamber softly lit
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
your body's motion is like music
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
sweet and strong
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
god
stir
gaily through the fields we danced