 I think if you had loved me when I wanted, if I had looked up one day in senior eyes, and found my wild, sick, blasphemous prayer granted, and your brown face, that's full of pity and wise, flushed suddenly, the white Godhead in new fear, intolerably so struggling and so shamed, most holy and far, if you'd come all too near, if earth had seen earth's lordliest wild limbs tamed, shaken and trapped and shivering for my touch, myself should I have slain or that value, but this the strange gods who had given so much to have seen and known you, this they might not do, one last shame spared me, one black word's unspoken, and I'm alone, and you have not awoken. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. SUCCESS by Rupert Brooke I think if you had loved me when I wanted, if I'd looked up one day in senior eyes, and found my wild, sick, blasphemous prayer granted, and your brown face, that's full of pity and wise, flushed suddenly, the white Godhead in new fear, intolerably so struggling and so shamed, most holy and far, if you'd come all too near, if earth had seen earth's lordliest wild limbs tamed, shaken and trapped and shivering for my touch, myself should I have slain or that value, but this the strange gods who had given so much to have seen and known you, this they might not do, one last shame spared me, one black word's unspoken, and I'm alone, and you have not awoken. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. SUCCESS by Rupert Brooke Read for LibriVox.org by IC Jumbo I think if you had loved me when I wanted, if I'd looked up one day and seen your eyes, and found my wild, sick, blasphemous prayer granted, and your brown face, that's full of pity and wise flushed suddenly, the white Godhead in new fear intolerably so struggling and so shamed, most holy and far, if you'd come all too near, if earth had seen earth's lordliest wild limbs tamed, shaken and trapped and shivering for my touch, myself should I have slain or that value, but this the strange gods who had given so much to have seen and known you, this they might not do, one last shame spared me, one black word's unspoken, and I'm alone, and you have not awoken. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. SUCCESS by Rupert Brooke Read for LibriVox.org by DENESTY I think if you had loved me when I wanted, if I'd looked up one day and seen your eyes, and found my wild, sick, blasphemous prayer granted, and your brown face, that's full of pity and wise flushed suddenly, the white Godhead in new fear intolerably so struggling and so shamed, most holy and far, if you'd come all too near, if earth had seen earth's lordliest wild limbs tamed, shaken and trapped and shivering for my touch, myself should I have slain or that value, but this the strange gods who had given so much to have seen and known you, this they might not do, one last shame's spared me, one black word's unspoken, and I'm alone, and you have not awoken. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. SUCCESS by Rupert Brooke Read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence I think if you had loved me when I wanted, and if I'd looked up one day and seen your eyes and found my wild, sick, blasphemous prayer granted, and your brown face, that's full of pity and wise, flushed suddenly, the white Godhead in new fear intolerably so struggling and so shamed, most holy and far, if you'd come all too near, if earth had seen earth's lordliest wild limbs tamed, shaken and trapped and shivering for my touch, myself should I have slain or that foul you, but this the strange gods who had given so much to have seen and known you, this they might not do, one last shame's spared me, one black word's unspoken, and I'm alone, and you have not awoken. SUCCESS by Rupert Brooke Read for LibriVox.org by Gemma Blythe I think if you had loved me when I wanted, if I'd looked up one day and seen your eyes and found my wild, sick, blasphemous prayer granted, and your brown face, that's full of pity and wise, flushed suddenly, the white Godhead in new fear intolerably so struggling and so shamed, most holy and far, if you'd come all too near, if earth had seen earth's lordliest wild limbs tamed, shaken and trapped and shivering for my touch, myself should I have slain or that foul you, but this the strange gods who had given so much to have seen and known you, this they might not do, one last shame's spared me, one black word's unspoken, and I'm alone, and you have not awoken. SUCCESS by Rupert Brooke Read for LibriVox.org by Joy Chan I think if you had loved me when I wanted, if I'd looked up one day and seen your eyes and found my wild, sick, blasphemous prayer granted, and your brown face, that's full of pity and wise, flushed suddenly, the white Godhead in new fear intolerably so struggling and so shamed, most holy and far, if you'd come all too near, if earth had seen earth's lordliest wild limbs tamed, shaken and trapped and shivering for my touch, myself should I have slain or that foul you, but this the strange gods who had given so much to have seen and known you, this they might not do, one last shame's spared me, one black word's unspoken, and I'm alone, and you have not awoken. SUCCESS by Rupert Brooke Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett I think if you had loved me when I wanted, if I'd looked up one day and seen your eyes and found my wild, sick, blasphemous prayer granted, and your brown face, that's full of pity and wise, flushed suddenly, the white Godhead in new fear intolerably so struggling and so shamed, most holy and far, if you'd come all too near, if earth had seen earth's lordliest wild limbs tamed, shaken and trapped and shivering for my touch, myself should I have slain or that foul you, but this the strange gods who have given so much to have seen and known you, this they might not do, one last shame's spared me, one black word's unspoken, and I'm alone, and you have not awoken. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. SUCCESS by Rupert Brooke Read for LibriVox.org by Lucy Perry I think if you had loved me when I wanted, if I'd looked up one day and seen your eyes and found my wild, sick, blasphemous prayer granted, and your brown face, that's full of pity and wise, flushed suddenly, the white Godhead in new fear, intolerably so struggling and so shamed, most holy and far, if you'd come all too near, if earth had seen earth's lordliest wild limbs tamed, shaken and trapped and shivering for my touch, myself should I have slain or that foul you, but this the strange gods who have given so much to have seen and known you, this they might not do, one last shame's spared me, one black word's unspoken, and I'm alone, and you have not awoken. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. SUCCESS by Rupert Brooke Read for LibriVox.org by Morgan Montesante I think if you had loved me when I wanted, if I'd looked up one day and seen your eyes and found my wild, sick, blasphemous prayer granted, and your brown face, that's full of pity and wise, flushed suddenly, the white Godhead in new fear, intolerably so struggling and so shamed, most holy and far, if you'd come all too near, if earth had seen earth's lordliest wild limbs tamed, shaken and trapped and shivering for my touch, myself should I have slain or that foul you, but this the strange gods who had given so much to have seen and known you, this they might not do, one last shame's spared me, one black word's unspoken, and I'm alone, and you have not awoken. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. SUCCESS by Rupert Brooke Read for LibriVox.org by Maya Klein I think if you had loved me when I wanted, if I'd looked up one day and seen your eyes and found my wild, sick, blasphemous prayer granted, and your brown face, that's full of pity and wise, flushed suddenly, the white Godhead in new fear, intolerably so struggling and so shamed, most holy and far, if you'd come all too near, if earth had seen earth's lordliest wild limbs tamed, shaken and trapped and shivering for my touch, myself should I have slain or that foul you, but this the strange gods who had given so much to have seen and known you, this they might not do, one last shame's spared me, one black word's unspoken, and I'm alone, and you have not awoken. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. SUCCESS by Rupert Brooke Read for LibriVox.org by Ruth Golding I think if you had loved me when I wanted, if I'd looked up one day and seen your eyes and found my wild, sick, blasphemous prayer granted, and your brown face, that's full of pity and wise, flushed suddenly, the white Godhead in new fear, intolerably so struggling and so shamed, most holy and far, if you'd come all too near, if earth had seen earth's lordliest wild limbs tamed, shaken and trapped and shivering for my touch, myself should I have slain or that foul you, but this the strange gods who had given so much to have seen and known you, this they might not do. One last shame's spared me, one black word's unspoken, and I'm alone, and you have not awoken. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. SUCCESS by Robert Brooke Read for LibriVox.org by Raven Nautasham I think if you had loved me when I wanted, if I'd looked up one day and seen your eyes and found my wild, sick, blasphemous prayer granted, and your brown face, that's full of pity and wise, flushed suddenly, the white Godhead in new fear, intolerably so struggling and so shamed, most holy and far, if you'd come all too near, if earth had seen earth's lordliest wild limbs tamed, shaken and trapped and shivering for my touch, myself should I have slain or that foul you, but this the strange gods who had given so much to have seen and known you, this they might not do. One last shame's spared me, one black word's unspoken, and I'm alone, and you have not awoken. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. SUCCESS by Rupert Brooke Read for LibriVox.org by Sigretz I think if you had loved me when I wanted, if I'd looked up one day and seen your eyes and found my wild, sick, blasphemous prayer granted, and your brown face, that's full of pity and wise, flushed suddenly, the white Godhead in new fear, intolerably so struggling and so shamed, most holy and far, if you'd come all too near, if earth had seen earth's lordliest wild limbs tamed, shaken and trapped and shivering for my touch, myself would I have slain or that foul you, but this the strange gods who have given so much to have seen and known you, this they would not do. One last shame's spared me, one black word's unspoken, and I'm alone, and you have not awoken. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. SUCCESS by Rupert Brooke Read for LibriVox.org by Sarah Adams I think if you'd loved me when I wanted, if I'd looked up one day and seen your eyes and found my wild, sick, blasphemous prayer granted, and your brown face, that's full of pity and wise, flushed suddenly, the white Godhead in new fear, intolerably so struggling and so shamed, most holy and far, if you'd come all too near, if earth had seen earth's lordliest wild limbs tamed, shaken and trapped and shivering for my touch, myself should I have slain or that foul you, but this the strange gods who had given so much to have seen and known you, this they might not do. One last shame's spared me, one black word's unspoken, and I'm alone, and you have not awoken. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.