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.
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