sad love poem

very well, you liberals
the swan existing
i have seen the proudest stars
now while my lips are living
there's one that i once loved so much
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
i saw the clouds among the hills
that year
city that is not a city
from song and dream for ever gone
do not grieve that it is over
noises that strive to tear
and breaketh bread no more
sleep, gray brother of death