Poems (Allen)/Kisses
For works with similar titles, see Kisses.
HE kiss of friendship, kind and calm, May fall upon the brow like balm; A deeper tenderness may speak In precious pledges on the cheek; Thrice dear may be, when young lips meet, Love's dewy pressure, close and sweet;— But more than all the rest I prize The faithful lips that kiss my eyes.
KISSES.
HE kiss of friendship, kind and calm, May fall upon the brow like balm; A deeper tenderness may speak In precious pledges on the cheek; Thrice dear may be, when young lips meet, Love's dewy pressure, close and sweet;— But more than all the rest I prize The faithful lips that kiss my eyes. Smile, lady, smile, when courtly lips Touch reverently your finger-tips; Blush, happy maiden, when you feel The lips which press Love's glowing seal; But as the slow years darklier roll, Grown wiser, the experienced soul Will own as dearer far than they The lips which kiss the tears away!