thank you poem

what spiteful chance steals unawares
at dawn, he said
and how could you dream of meeting
will you glimmer on the sea?
in an old chamber softly lit
from our hidden places
leave the lovely words unsaid
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
i bid them all farewell
there were three in the meadow by the brook
friend, whose smile has come to be
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue