Here you will find the Poem Song of poet Victoria Sackville-West
If I had only loved your flesh And careless damned your soul to Hell, I might have laughed and loved afresh, And loved as lightly and as well, And little more to tell. But since to clasp your soul I strove, (That mountebank, that fugitive) Anrl poured the river of my love Through meshes that, like Danae's sieve, Drained all I had to give, Now nightly by the tamarisks I pace, and watch the risen moon Litter the sea with silver disks; And pray of night one only boon: Let my release be soon.
