Have you seen the olives at set of sun

FORSAKING

HAVE you seen the olives at set of sun, 
How their fiery maze,
That tossed him his sparkles, snatched his rays. 
Becomes a region of limitless grays. 
Dead, bough on bough. 
For lack of the sun ? 
Love, this is how 
Living would be if thy life were ran : 
Leave me not, thou !