Poems (Dorr)/The Kiss
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THE KISS
When you lay before me dead, In your pallid rest,On those passive lips of thine Not one kiss I pressed!
Did you wonder—looking down From some higher sphere—Knowing how we two had loved Many and many a year?
Did you think me strange and cold When I did not touch,Even with reverent finger-tips, What I had loved so much?
Ah! when last you kissed me, dear, Know you what you said?"Take this last kiss, my beloved, Soon shall I be dead!
"Keep it for a solemn sign, Through our love's long night,Till you give it back again On some morning bright."
So I gave you no caress; But, remembering this,Warm upon my lips I keep Your last living kiss!