best love poems

pushing out, struggling vainly
i saw the clouds among the hills
hang no wreath
in and of itself
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
of sun nor stars
a pen of steel
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
let a joy keep you
up from the meadows rich with corn
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
melancholy, blue it was
night is dark, and the winter winds