love poem quote

soft as the bed in the earth
perhaps it is no matter that you died
no prey am i of poor thoughts
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
if i should die, think only this of me
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
the meadow was creeping
i have had one fear in my life
we were not many