I will make you remember me: O vain egoist! Nothing remembers But the part that is kissed And mystic love Is their lot where love missed O none will remember you Whom you haven't kissed. I will make you remember me O sensualist! The seed that you throw Flies back to your fist For the earth-seekers road Has the silliest twist On land or by water-ways While women persist. I will make you remember me O simple priest Love forgets her dark penance In the dance-whirled mist And your prayer has the power A midge dares to resist. To God's mills of slowness You cannot bring grist One grain more than Adam Has put on mans list I will make you remember me O humanist Hankering after The dreams which consist Of immortal sun-downs In a poetic West. And far over longing Creative incest.