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Warm, sweet lips, whose breath was balm,—
Pure, proud lips, serenely calm,—
Tender lips, whose smiling grace
Lit with splendor all the face,—
"Sweet, for kiss of thine some day
Men will barter souls away!"

IV.

    Idly said!
God hath taken care of all
Joy or pain that might befall!
Lover's lip shall never thrill
At thy kisses, soft and still;
Lover's heart shall never break
In sore anguish for thy sake;
Lover's soul for thee shall know
Nor love's rapture, nor its woe;—
    All is said!