wedding poem

the air is full of dawn and spring
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
when i go back to earth
as evening falls
by the rude bridge
and how could you dream of meeting
do not turn your head
there are gains for all our losses
quietly, with reverance, in awe
when night drifts along the streets of the city
for then without
i go my way complacently
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
for these white arms about my neck