Love
A Kisse
Love
HArke, happy Lovers, harke,
This first and last of Joyes,
This sweetner of Annoyes,
This Nectar of the Gods,
You call a Kisse, is with it selfe at ods:
And halfe so sweet is not
In equall Measure got,
At light of Sun, as it is in the darke,
Harke, happy Lovers, harke.
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MLA
Drummond, William, of Hawthornden. “A Kisse.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/drummond/138/.
Chicago
Drummond, William, of Hawthornden. “A Kisse.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/drummond/138/.
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