famous poetry

i was a goddess ere the marble found me
by the rude bridge
sweet and strong
days endeared to every muse
there by the window in the old house
long has the summer sunlight shone
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
with lips blood red and heart of stone
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
in the cloud-gray mornings
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
they may talk of love in a cottage
when the wind works against us in the dark
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones