wedding poem

made up of loveliness alone
a look is but a ray
renew the vision of delight
no prey am i of poor thoughts
let us pity those who are better off than we are
music i heard with you was more than music
moonlight deep and tender
high-born race
little gate was reached at last
gone before us
when, full of warm and eager love
there was a strangeness on your lips
as evening falls
thou unrelenting past