i miss you poem

little gate was reached at last
with the sunset
star-dust and vaporous light
friend, whose smile has come to be
in an old chamber softly lit
no prey am i of poor thoughts
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
when i was a boy at college
what spiteful chance steals unawares
grieve not for the invisible
by the shore, by the sea
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
very well, you liberals
in your arms was still delight