missing you poem

passing through huddled and ugly walls
i stood by the open casement
the light withdrawn
with lips blood red and heart of stone
i loved a woman
out of the deep and the dark
i have heard them in the night
there is a country full of wine
i saw the clouds among the hills
if it
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
renew the vision of delight
there are three ways in which men take