love friendship poem

to be able to see every side of every question
eighty years have passed, and more
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
green afternoon serene and bright
and with the humming bird
if i should die, think only this of me
into the silent land
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
the dawn was apple-green
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
take my bracelets
the pale day drowses on the western steep
desolate and lone