Kisses

There once was a maiden of Siam,
Who said to her lover, young Kiam,
    "If you kiss me, of course
    You will have to use force,
But God knows you're stronger than I am."

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXCIII. Lullabies.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCVI. Riddles.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXXI. Jingles.

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Give me a kiss, and to that kiss add a score,
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There was a young sailor of Lyd,
Who loved a fair Japanese kid;
    When it came to good-bye,
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Kiss, The

"What other men have dared, I dare,"
    He said. "I'm daring, too:
And tho' they told me to beware,
    One kiss I'll take from you.

"Did I say one? Forgive me, dear;
    That was a grave mistake,
For when I've taken one, I fear,
    One hundred more I'll take.

"'Tis sweet one kiss from you to win,
    But to stop there? Oh, no!
One kiss is only to begin;
    There is no end, you know."

The maiden rose from where she sat
    And gently raised her head:
"No man has ever talked like that,
    You may begin," she said.

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Kisses are long forgotten of this twain,
    Kisses and words - the sweet small prophecies
That run before the Lord of Love: the fain
    Touch of the hand, and feasting of the eyes,
All tendrilled sweets that blossom at the door
    Of the stern doom, whose ecstacy is this -
    The end of all small speech of word or kiss,
And whose strange name is Love - and one name more.

One is this twain past power of speech to tell,
    Each lost in each, and each for ever found;
Drained is the cup that holds both heaven and hell;
    Peace deep as peace of those divinely drowned
    In leagues of moonlit water wraps them round,
And it is well with them - yea! it is well.

Richard Le Gallienne

The Kiss.

Grow to my lip, thou sacred kiss,
On which my soul's beloved swore
That there should come a time of bliss,
When she would mock my hopes no more.
And fancy shall thy glow renew,
In sighs at morn, and dreams at night,
And none shall steal thy holy dew
Till thou'rt absolved by rapture's rite.
Sweet hours that are to make me blest,
Fly, swift as breezes, to the goal,
And let my love, my more than soul,
Come blushing to this ardent breast.
Then, while in every glance I drink
The rich overflowing of her mind,
Oh! let her all enamored sink
In sweet abandonment resigned,
Blushing for all our struggles past,
And murmuring, "I am thine at last!"

Thomas Moore