sad love poem

how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
i never knew the earth had so much gold
and how could you dream of meeting
a very remarkable history this is
in the cloud-gray mornings
from floor to ceiling
i loved a woman
she might have known it in the earlier spring
braided and woven
and my name is truthful
lived by the river-side
from song and dream for ever gone