love poetry

beneath my window in a city street
i know not where
what was it the engines said
listen to the sounding sea
when i was broke in london
she heard the children playing in the sun
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
in an old chamber softly lit
her face is fair and smooth and fine
see, from this counterfeit of him
the arches of the red bridge
leave the lovely words unsaid
with the sunset
he speaks not well