If The Stars Fell; Night'S Nameless Dreams Of Bliss And Blasphemy Came True, If Skies Were Green And Snow Were Gold, And You Loved Me As I Love You; O Long Light Hands And Curled Brown Hair, And Eyes Where Sits A Naked Soul; Dare I Even Then Draw Near And Burn My Fingers In The Aureole? Yes, In The One Wise Foolish Hour God Gives This Strange Strength To A Man. He Can Demand, Though Not Deserve, Where Ask He Cannot, Seize He Can. But Once The Blood'S Wild Wedding O'Er, Were Not Dread His, Half Dark Desire, To See The Christ-Child In The Cot, The Virgin Mary By The Fire?