And then we'd meet, we two, at night;
And I should know what saints have known.
Thou would'st not tremble, dear, for fright,
Or shriek to meet me there alone.
I should not then be spurned for this,
Or want a smile, or need a kiss.
XX.
I should not then be fierce as fire,
Or mad as sin, or sharp as knife;
My heart would throb with no desire,