spanish poem

how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
i know what you're going to say
out of the sparkling sea
i saw god. do you doubt it?
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
i had over-prepared the event
i am the wind that wavers
he'd even have his joke
over the river, on the hill
a life on the ocean wave
the air is full of dawn and spring
that strange companion came on shuffling feet