romantic poetry

see, they return
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
sweet with fern and rose
now that i have cooled to you
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
i know not where
when, full of warm and eager love
beside a stricken field
friend, whose smile has come to be
see the tentative
had he and i but met
she heard the children playing in the sun
of sun nor stars