Brick By Brick

In every word, in every smile

We distance drift a further mile,

By every whispered fare-you-well

You brick by brick our wishing well.

 

In every loving touch, or kiss

The seed will start my heart to miss,

And every time you touch his hand

My blood lies weeping on the land.

 

In every soft and sweet caress

Despair will feed my wilderness!

 

David Lewis Paget