Etchings in Verse (Underhill)/The Kiss
THE KISS.
I SAW a little kiss one day:Upon a maiden's lips it lay, A dainty little kiss,And I heard the tiny rascal say,In a sort of half desponding way: "A weary world is this!"
"Why, you can't be unhappy," I said, "you little kiss;I'm sure it's very shabby For you to talk like this;For you have all the freedom That any one could ask;You've never been imprisoned; In the sun you ever bask."
"That is just the reason whyThere's a sadness in my eye," Said the kiss,"For if I ever could be caught,Why, my capture would be fraught With perfect bliss."