best love poem

in an old chamber softly lit
lived by the river-side
i went up and down the streets
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
the swan existing
these be
but alas, just dreams
perhaps it is no matter that you died
the dawn was apple-green
just now
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
friend, whose smile has come to be
i saw the clouds among the hills