friendship poetry

she must go back, she said
in your arms was still delight
to come so soon to this imagined dark
with the sunset
you say you love me
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
though love repine, and reason chafe
i love the old melodious lays