love poem

made up of loveliness alone
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
she said
out of me unworthy and unknown
the old west, the old time
up to her chamber window
melancholy days have come
when i looked into your eyes
up from the south at break of day
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
hang no wreath
there is a city, builded by no hand
three years ago today
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces