poetry anthology

if i should die, think only this of me
moonlight deep and tender
she knows a cheap release
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
be not false
there is a country full of wine
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
he speaks not well
up to her chamber window
she must go back, she said
when freedom from her mountain height
i loved a woman