good bye poem

days endeared to every muse
since i have felt the sense of death
i have had one fear in my life
and my name is truthful
the sun is up
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
there were three in the meadow by the brook
the arches of the red bridge
that year
from our hidden places
when i was a boy at college
though love repine, and reason chafe