i love you poem

i make my shroud, but no one knows
rising moon has hid the stars
the fragrance came
up to her chamber window
and my name is truthful
the earth keeps some vibration going
in the sphere
lived by the river-side
brief on a flying night
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
i saw him once before
in their ragged regimentals
when night drifts along the streets of the city
i hold your heart