erotic poetry

i see all human wits
i have heard them in the night
one by one, like leaves from a tree
i have cast the world
though i am little as all little things
i love the old melodious lays
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
she knows a cheap release
see, from this counterfeit of him
calm as that second summer
for these white arms about my neck
your body's motion is like music
this is the song of youth
little park that i pass through