I know we're not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don't know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don't care that we don't.

Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.

The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

Never and never, my girl riding far and nearIn the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,Fear or believe that the wolf in a sheepwhite hood,Loping and bleating roughly and blithely shall leap,My dear, my dear,Out of a lair in the flocked leaves in the dew dipped year,To eat your heart in the house in the rosy wood.

Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart; Push in their tides.