Weeping and Kissing

B. Dieren

A kiss I begged, but smiling she

denied it me.

When straight, her cheeks with tears o'erflown -

now kinder grown -

What smiling she'd not let me have

she weeping gave.

Then you who scornful beauties are,

hope yet relief

For love (who tears from smiles) can draw

Pleasure from grief.