i love you poem

still thirteen years
sun and wind and beat of sea
i stood by the open casement
when i looked into your eyes
when the wind works against us in the dark
though i am little as all little things
with the meek, brown eyes
look out upon the stars, my love
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
if i were very sure
i heard the wind all day
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
the poets tell