short friendship poem

let us pity those who are better off than we are
when night drifts along the streets of the city
before the solemn bronze saint
with the meek, brown eyes
and still they walked on
for truth, for love
there's one that i once loved so much
had he and i but met
thoughts through my head
these be
up to her chamber window
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
give me
and how could you dream of meeting