friend poetry

i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
i have heard them in the night
and how could you dream of meeting
in an old chamber softly lit
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
there is no escape by the river
musing, between the sunset and the dark
i made a vow once, one only
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
perhaps