good bye poem

a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
lived by the river-side
to come so soon to this imagined dark
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
he came and took me by the hand
let us plant
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
sweet with fern and rose
up from the south at break of day
and how could you dream of meeting
she must go back, she said
sweet splendor
a thousand silent years ago