thank you poem

muffled drum's sad roll has beat
over the river, on the hill
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
melancholy, blue it was
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
with her hair flaying wildly
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
she must go back, she said
why are the things that have no death
this is the song of youth
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces