free love poetry

night is dark, and the winter winds
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
birds against the april wind
world that changes under my hand
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
dark-eyed
music i heard with you was more than music
to the passionate lover
along the banks
the dawn was apple-green
when night drifts along the streets of the city
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true