short love poem

melancholy, blue it was
among the mountains i wandered
though i am little as all little things
there is no escape by the river
softly weeping
i see all human wits
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
i make my shroud, but no one knows
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
i cannot always feel his greatness
moonlight deep and tender
along a river-side
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb