“I SAID — I CARE NOT”

I said — I care not if I can But look into her eyes again, But lay my hand within her hand Just once again.

Though all the world be filled with snow And fire and cataclysmal storm, I'll cross it just to lay my head Upon her bosom warm.

Ah! bosom made of April flowers, Might I but bring this aching brain, This foolish head, and lay it down On April once again!