inspirational poetry

do the boys and girls still go
therefore i may not
let us pity those who are better off than we are
with joy and wonder
night was black and drear
as evening falls
i despise my friends more than you
have you seen walking through the village
sleep, gray brother of death
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
the air is full of dawn and spring
there was never a sound beside the wood but one