famous poetry

do you remember
lady, your heart has turned to dust
when i looked into your eyes
the dawn was apple-green
if i should die, think only this of me
night was black and drear
i said
she heard the children playing in the sun
quietly, with reverance, in awe
high-born race
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
have you not heard
do you hear the rain?
the long resounding marble corridors