The First Kiss

If only in dreams may Man be fully blest
Is heav'n a dream? Is she I claspt a dream? —
Or stood she here even now where dew-drops gleam,
And miles of furze shine golden down the West?
I seem to clasp her still — still on my breast

Her bosom beats, — I see the blue jes beam: —
I think she kissed these lips, for now they seem
Scarce mine: so hallow'd of the lips they press'd!
Yon thicket's breath — can that be eglantine?
Those birds — can they be morning's choristers?

Can this be earth? Can these be banks of furze? —
Like burning bushes fired of God they shine!
I seem to know them, though this body of mine
Pass'd into spirit at the touch of hers!