For an Old Love whose Name I have forgotten.

For an Old Love whose Name I have forgotten
(Written on my 70th birthday)

 Though I must claim my mansion in the dust,
 I have no use for anonymity
 I, whose look at one time turned earth's axis;
 Whose beck could change the wind, stop storms, charm trees
 Into flowering. Oh, I was wild or tame
 By starts and fits, whatever served my whim.
 You stood beneath my window, sang my name.
 Believe me when I say I loved you then.