Kiss
A long, long kiss, a kiss of Youth, and Love,
And Beauty, all concentrating like rays
Into one focus, kindled from above;
Such kisses as belong to early days,
When Heart, and Soul, and Sense, in concert move,
And the blood's lava, and the pulse a blaze,
Each kiss a heart-quake-for a kiss's strength,
I think, it must be reckoned by its length.
And Beauty, all concentrating like rays
Into one focus, kindled from above;
Such kisses as belong to early days,
When Heart, and Soul, and Sense, in concert move,
And the blood's lava, and the pulse a blaze,
Each kiss a heart-quake-for a kiss's strength,
I think, it must be reckoned by its length.
