A WOMAN LOVES ME
Reading edition
A woman loves me! ’Tis not of her I sing whose womb has been The primal cradle of my tender self; I mean not mother-love. A woman loves me! ’Tis not of her I sing who also sprang From that same source whence also I have sprung; I mean not sister-love. A woman loves me! I sing of her who “from the mobs of life” Has chosen me as him to whom alone She will unlock her body and her soul To welcome all my love.