elements of poetry

when the veil from the eyes is lifted
though love repine, and reason chafe
i know not where
thou unrelenting past
when i looked into your eyes
do not grieve that it is over
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
you are clear
mysterious night
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
do i like it
she must go back, she said
master of human destinies am i
be in me as the eternal moods