best love poem

when you come tonight
it was a tall young oysterman
in their ragged regimentals
i walk down the garden paths
world that changes under my hand
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
my sorrow, when she's here with me
as a white candle
she might have known it in the earlier spring
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
let us express our baser passions
there were three in the meadow by the brook