love friendship poem

perhaps it is no matter that you died
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
birds against the april wind
still thirteen years
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
gaily through the fields we danced
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
full of tears
gingham dog and the calico cat
never in all my life
let me move slowly through the street
i said