sad poem

the old songs
she heard the children playing in the sun
in may
come down at dawn from windless hills
have you not heard
made up of loveliness alone
there was a time in former years
sleep, gray brother of death
the mountains they are silent folk
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
are you alive?
i am fevered
friend, whose smile has come to be
when, full of warm and eager love