math poem

it was many and many a year ago
when i was broke in london
where shall i find you
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
a life on the ocean wave
you are my companion
in mournful numbers
love has been sung a thousand ways
sweet and strong
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
melancholy days have come
were it not for that singular smell