def poetry

i walk down the garden paths
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
out of the window a sea of green trees
but i cannot read you now
soft as the bed in the earth
up from the meadows rich with corn
our pleasant moments fly
one with you
i go my way complacently
are you alive?
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
rose and amber was the sunset on the river