free poem

let a joy keep you
thoughts through my head
but alas, just dreams
shadows lay along broadway
renew the vision of delight
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
white foam flower, red flame flower
when the hours of day are numbered
uplifting, as the wind blew
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you