Erotica/Once
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Once
She kissed me once, 'twas long ago,But something subtle in me stirredAs if the vans of some great birdHad fanned my blood into a glow'Twas something wasteful, wild yet sweet,Intangible, without a name,But through my veins with sudden heatIt passed and burst into a flame—'Twas molten once that lava stream,Ran with red riotings, but now
It cannot melt the winter snowThat time has piled upon my brow!Oh! Time, how long ago it seemsSince first I dreamt those golden dreamsAnd in Love's school remained a dunce.You've robbed my locks of pristine sheen,But there's one memory always green,Immutable, you cannot steal;For still, 'twixt dusk and dawn I feelThe kiss with which she kissed me once.