romantic love poems

there was a time in former years
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
to be able to see every side of every question
perhaps
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
she might have known it in the earlier spring
one sweetly solemn thought
beneath my window in a city street
the long resounding marble corridors
better than granite
the dawn was apple-green
the poets tell
i have heard them in the night