Love
The Kiss
From The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse (1912)
Love
The maid I love ne'er thought of me
Amid the scenes of gaiety;
But when her heart or mine sank low,
Ah, then it was no longer so!
From the slant palm she rais'd her head,
And kiss'd the cheek whence youth had fled.
Angels! some future day for this,
Give her as sweet and pure a kiss.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “The Kiss.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/49/.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “The Kiss.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/49/.
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