I Love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with wicked desire.

Just a little every day That's the way Children learn to read and write Bit by bit and mite by mite.

Say you are well, or all is well with you, and God shall hear your words and make them true.

Yes, I have dreams. I ofttimes dream of Love As radiant and brilliant as a star. As changeless, too, as that fixed light afar Which glorifies vast worlds of space above.

The passion you forbade my lips to utter Will not be silenced. You must hear it in The sullen thunders when they roll and mutter: And when the tempest nears, with wail and din, I know your calm forgetfulness is broken, And to your heart you whisper, "He has spoken."

Better to wait and yearn, and still to wait, And die at last with unappeased desire, Than live to be the jest of such a fate, For that is my conception of hell-fire.

Do you wish the world were better? Let me tell you what to do: Set a watch upon your actions, Keep them always straight and true.