friendship poem

doubtless i remember still
the ships are lying in the bay
when freedom from her mountain height
let us express our baser passions
one with you
had he and i but met
the sun is up
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
when the hours of day are numbered
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
gaily through the fields we danced
i saw the clouds among the hills
the meadow was creeping