romantic love poems

have you not heard
sleep, gray brother of death
and how could you dream of meeting
tell me not
melancholy days have come
renew the vision of delight
the pale day drowses on the western steep
when a deed is done for freedom
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
i loathed you