romantic poetry

she heard the children playing in the sun
look out upon the stars, my love
let me be sad
the hypocritic days
among the mountains i wandered
and with the humming bird
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
as a naked man i go
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
the meadow was creeping
burly, dozing humble-bee
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
what was it the engines said
still her gray rocks tower above the sea