To Kiss Her!
B. Fairchild
To kiss her! 'Tis with musk-perfume to grow
Drunken with joy -- delirium to know!
To feel her body bend 'neath my embrace,
See the carved marble of her lily face!
To kiss her! I am drunk who have no wine --
Wild ecstasy, wild ecstasy divine!
Dizzy at eve, at sundown my heart sips
The perfumed nectar of her lips, her lips!