graduation poem

muffled drum's sad roll has beat
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
why do you always stand there shivering
the pale day drowses on the western steep
the saddest of the year
the body may confine
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
let a joy keep you
i know what you're going to say
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
i walk down the garden paths
night was black and drear