contemporary poetry

to be able to see every side of every question
in all things not spoken of
be in me as the eternal moods
where shall i find you
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
do not grieve that it is over
sadly speaking
among the mountains i wandered
do the boys and girls still go
melancholy, blue it was
what spiteful chance steals unawares
for these white arms about my neck
if i should die, think only this of me