Love

The Kiss

by Sara Teasdale 1884–1933

From Rivers to the Sea

Love

Before you kissed me only winds of heaven
Had kissed me, and the tenderness of rain--
Now you have come, how can I care for kisses
Like theirs again?

I sought the sea, she sent her winds to meet me,
They surged about me singing of the south--
I turned my head away to keep still holy
Your kiss upon my mouth.

And swift sweet rains of shining April weather
Found not my lips where living kisses are;
I bowed my head lest they put out my glory
As rain puts out a star.

I am my love's and he is mine forever,
Sealed with a seal and safe forevermore--
Think you that I could let a beggar enter
Where a king stood before?

MLA

Teasdale, Sara. “The Kiss.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/teasdale/6/.

Chicago

Teasdale, Sara. “The Kiss.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/teasdale/6/.

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