short friendship poem

they may talk of love in a cottage
over the river, on the hill
dear wife
let a joy keep you
but i cannot read you now
i go my way complacently
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
i never knew the earth had so much gold
the lightning flashed, and lifted
there by the window in the old house
the pale day drowses on the western steep
this is the song of youth