It's said Dawn never cried for Orion,
So I know you'd not deign to weep for me.
And no god would spite this man for trying
To love above him so quixotically.
Do the wolf's lonely love songs please the moon?
Even the sea reaches for her beauty,
And the sun tails his clair de lune.
My howls to you are an ill–starred duty
To my heart and to your heavenly charm.
I am no one; I am nothing; I love
as madly as a saint— do me harm!—
That this “no one” may meet you up above.
I want the only love I know— to weep—
I am no lost hero; I am yours to keep.