love poem

see, they return
the hypocritic days
some one complained to the master
she was a beauty in the days
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
in an old chamber softly lit
there by the window in the old house
i have had one fear in my life
sun and wind and beat of sea
dark-eyed
our pleasant moments fly
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
their beautiful hair