sad poem

i went up and down the streets
in their ragged regimentals
thou unrelenting past
if it
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
take my bracelets
i have cast the world
out of me unworthy and unknown
death's nobility again
if the red slayer think he slays
give me
into the silent land
uplifting, as the wind blew
friend, whose smile has come to be