I would buy me a perfect island home,
Sweet set in a southern sea,
And there I would build me a paradise
For the heart o’ my Love and me.
I would plant me a perfect garden there,
The one that my dream soul knows,
And the years would flow as the petals grow,
That flame to a perfect rose.
I would build me a perfect temple there,
A shrine where my Christ might dwell,
And then would I wake to behold my soul
Damned deep in a perfect Hell.
A. Studdert Kennedy (1883-1929), The Unutterable Beauty, 1947.