graduation poem

i am the wind that wavers
on and on
he came and took me by the hand
from song and dream for ever gone
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
do the boys and girls still go
and still they walked on
and with the humming bird
just now
the sun is up
good woman