Love Me!

Love me, Love me, I cried to the rocks and the trees,
And Love me, they cried again, but it was only to tease.
Once I cried Love me to the people, but they fled like a dream
And when I cried Love me to my friend, she began to scream.
Oh why do they leave me, the beautiful people, and only the rocks remain
To cry Love me, as I cry Love me, and Love me again.

On the rock a baked sea-serpant lies
And his eyelids close tightly over his violent eyes.
And I fear that his eyes will open and confound me with a mirthless world
That the rocks will harp on forever, and my Love me never be heard.


(from Mother, What Is Man?)