Rainbows (Custance)/The Kiss

by Olive Custance

For works with similar titles, see The Kiss.

The Kiss

 

In the grey north I found a flower
More fair than blossoms of the south
The red rose of your mouth.

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

Yes, that shy kiss had such strange power
That summer seemed to bend above
The laughing face of Love.

Our radiant future tower on tower
A phantom city of delight
Rose swiftly into sight.

And there a smiling fate would shower
Her rarest gifts. I dreamed all this
In one brief silent kiss.
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No garden blossom has for dower
Such deep divine glad dreams as those
You gave to me, red rose!