When my blood flows calm as a purling river, <br /> When my heart is asleep and my brain has sway, <br />It is then that I vow we must part for ever, <br /> That I will forget you, and put you away <br />Out of my life, as a dream is banished <br /> Out of the mind when the dreamer awakes; <br />That I know it will be when the spell has vanished, <br /> Better for both of our sakes. <br /> <br />When the court of the mind is ruled by Reason, <br /> I know it wiser for us to part; <br />But Love is a spy who is plotting treason, <br /> In league with that warm, red rebel, the Heart. <br />They whisper to me that the King is cruel, <br /> That his reign is wicked, his law a sin, <br />And every word they utter is fuel <br /> To the flame that smoulders within. <br /> <br />And on nights like this, when my blood runs riot <br /> With the fever of youth and its mad desires, <br />When my brain in vain bids my heart be quiet, <br /> When my breast seems the centre of lava-fires, <br />Oh, then is when most I miss you, <br /> And I swear by the stars and my soul and say <br />That I will have you, and hold you, and kiss you, <br /> Though the whole world stands in the way. <br /> <br />And like Communists, as mad, as disloyal, <br /> My fierce emotions roam out of their lair; <br />They hate King Reason for being royal – <br /> They would fire his castle, and burn him there. <br />O Love! They would clasp you, and crush you and kill you, <br /> In the insurrection of uncontrol. <br />Across the miles, does this wild war thrill you <br /> That is raging in my soul?<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/communism/
