The Caveman .

Sleepless , piling hour on hour
hearing all eternities rage ,
straw by solitary straw ,and slow
I fondly raise a hermit's cage.

Here ,around the hedgerows wild
entangled ,autumn blossoms bloom,
a snaking ,smoking ,heart-warmed hearth
skyward lifts the gathering gloom.

Will you now, my playful nymph
hear a goading from above,
tender, touch my eyelids wet
and finally ,finally be my love ?