Reeds and weeds in my way as a meddle, br I look blotted in a nasty middle; br br In the shrill of gate I use to arouse br Many have stayed in this rent house; br br All those who sleep under that roof br Always from me keep aloof; br br Who in this scorching soil put my seed, br Knowing none ever will heed? br br When a bee goes my dream withers br For the honey he has is of others… br br When a breeze moves a pain slays, br For other flowers the lullaby he plays; br br In a new sound the gate wheels scroll, br On the land a new shadow does stroll; br br From the first day he begins to hover, br In a few time me too his eyes cover; br br Next day he comes to me with adore, br My dead leaves flinch away in abhor; br br Around me when he cleans and blanches, br My weak stem in the noise blenches; br br Water bedews my root which he sprinkles, br Will this last long? my forehead wrinkles; br br His hand while taming me eats a thorn, br Still for him my junk heart only has a scorn;