Etchings in Verse (Underhill)/The Kiss
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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!"
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."
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 why
There'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."
There'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."