graduation poem

they may talk of love in a cottage
you are my companion
and how could you dream of meeting
beneath the warrior's helm
as evening falls
to the passionate lover
why are the things that have no death
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
calm as that second summer
high walls and huge
out of the window a sea of green trees
the body may confine
let us pity those who are better off than we are
arched the flood