Love
To Her Book
From The Singing Leaves (1903)
Love
I kiss you once for luck,
That you may feel no care.
I kiss you thrice for love
That you must spend and share.
Go now, and wheresoe’er
A heart shall take you in,
It is your very kin:
Make music there.
Cite this poem
MLA
Peabody, Josephine Preston. “To Her Book.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/peabody/87/.
Chicago
Peabody, Josephine Preston. “To Her Book.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/peabody/87/.
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