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.