love poem quote

friend, whose smile has come to be
my sorrow, when she's here with me
in mournful numbers
i cannot always feel his greatness
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
high-born race
as i lie roofed in, screened in
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
long has the summer sunlight shone
by the rude bridge
did you ever see an alligator
days endeared to every muse
the sun is up
beneath my window in a city street