romantic poem

once this soft turf
i saw the clouds among the hills
look out upon the stars, my love
your body's motion is like music
when the wind works against us in the dark
do i like it
green afternoon serene and bright
and with the humming bird
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
these be
eighty years have passed, and more
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies