4umi
Thomas Moore
:
The kiss
The Kiss
Give me, my love, that billing kiss
I taught you one delicious night,
When, turning epicures in bliss,
We tried inventions of delight.
Come, gently steal my lips along,
And let your lips in murmurs move,—
Ah, no!—again—that kiss was wrong—
How can you be so dull, my love?
“Cease, cease!” the blushing girl replies—
And in her milky arms she caught me—
“How can you thus your pupil chide;
You know 'twas in the dark you taught me!”
Auguste Rodin,
The Kiss
, 1886.
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Thomas Moore
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