Poems (Freston)/The Magic Kiss
THE MAGIC KISS
If only my kiss could hold to-night
The power of the old Chaldean's art,
I'd weave the spell on my lips' warm curve,
And kiss you belovéd upon the heart.
So close it to every grace and charm
Of all other women that you may know,
To keep every tender throb for me,
And all of its faith upon me bestow.
The power of the old Chaldean's art,
I'd weave the spell on my lips' warm curve,
And kiss you belovéd upon the heart.
So close it to every grace and charm
Of all other women that you may know,
To keep every tender throb for me,
And all of its faith upon me bestow.
Then, dear, I'd kiss you upon the eyes,
And blind them to every beauty there
May be in all other faces soon,
'Though some may be very, very fair.
And then on your brow my lips I'd lay,
And all sweet thoughts should awaken and spring
Into life at my touch, and each coming day
Some memory of me should caress and cling.
And blind them to every beauty there
May be in all other faces soon,
'Though some may be very, very fair.
And then on your brow my lips I'd lay,
And all sweet thoughts should awaken and spring
Into life at my touch, and each coming day
Some memory of me should caress and cling.
And last on your lips,—oh, my own sweetheart!
The wine of life would I give—and take,—
But here I should ask no Chaldean's art,
But for Love's sweet sake! But for Love's sweet sake.
The wine of life would I give—and take,—
But here I should ask no Chaldean's art,
But for Love's sweet sake! But for Love's sweet sake.