sad poem

do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
i said
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
before the solemn bronze saint
i walk down the garden paths
master of human destinies am i
melancholy, blue it was
sad are they who know not love
at dawn, he said
never in all my life
let me move slowly through the street