With tallness and with slenderness they bowed
At the touch of wind or bird.
And the lightness of your hands
Bowed me also with their guerdon,
Love being gravel in the wound
When the silent lovers know
Swaying in the misty rain
The old oppression of the burden
Growing in them as they go,
Though trees are felled and grow again,
Far and farther each from each.
Longing hardens like a stone.
Lovers go but hardly, all alone.
The final line is an archaic construction and expression, meaning approximately “lovers will suffer, ultimately alone.” 
 And so the poem ends on a pessimistic note, that focuses on the pain rather than the joy of a loving relationship.
Ways