romantic poem

the child who threw away leaf after leaf
we break the glass whose sacred wine
awful truths these be
friend, whose smile has come to be
do i like it
the swan existing
i saw god. do you doubt it?
for these white arms about my neck
since i have felt the sense of death
and with the humming bird
shades of night were falling fast
uplifting, as the wind blew
the long resounding marble corridors