love poems

so fallen
do you hear the rain?
i walk down the garden paths
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
the mountains they are silent folk
one sweetly solemn thought
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
who will be naming the wind
out of the window a sea of green trees
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
i was a goddess ere the marble found me