Rainbows (Custance)/The Kiss

by Olive Custance

For works with similar titles, see The Kiss.

The Kiss

 

In the grey north I found a flowerMore fair than blossoms of the southThe red rose of your mouth.

I kissed it in a weary hour,And the sad silver winter dayGrew straightway warm and gay.

Yes, that shy kiss had such strange powerThat summer seemed to bend aboveThe laughing face of Love.

Our radiant future tower on towerA phantom city of delightRose swiftly into sight.

And there a smiling fate would showerHer rarest gifts. I dreamed all thisIn one brief silent kiss.*******No garden blossom has for dowerSuch deep divine glad dreams as thoseYou gave to me, red rose!