Forget Me Not - Sieben

When I your clod-womb you suckled and bulbed

did you forget me so soon?

you unaware I was your air, jaded and green you fled

you forgot me so soon

can you hear the harlot-calling summer

return to me after bloom and fall

for a flush of blue to entice your groom;

for a blush of leaf for the birds to

thieve

did you forget me so soon?

«summer orchestrates its song» so you said, and upped and left though the song

rang on

I cloyed, your legs wrapped around me

can you hear the harlot-calling summer?

return to me after fall and bloom

hear the harlot-singing summer

come back to me after bloom and fall