love poem quote

when i go back to earth
as i lie roofed in, screened in
over the river, on the hill
love me at last, or if you will not
last midnight
up from the meadows rich with corn
before the solemn bronze saint
death's nobility again
there are three ways in which men take
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
for truth, for love
little park that i pass through