short love poem

i burn no incense
the long resounding marble corridors
happiness
the dawn was apple-green
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
when i go back to earth
some one complained to the master
see, from this counterfeit of him
shadows lay along broadway
sleep, gray brother of death
our pleasant moments fly
why so sad my lovely one?
she might have known it in the earlier spring
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness