best love poem

when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
we who stood
shadows lay along broadway
in an old chamber softly lit
a mile behind
why so sad my lovely one?
stay no more
within my hand i hold
if i should die, think only this of me
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
of sun nor stars
a storm is riding on the tide
up from the south at break of day