You Kissed Me.

You kissed me! My head
Dropped low on your breast
With a feeling of shelter
And infinite rest;
While the holy emotions
My tongue dared not speak
Flashed up in a flame
From my heart to my cheek.
Your arms held me fast;
Oh! your arths so bold!
Heart beat against heart
In their passionate fold.
Your glances seemed drawing
My soul through my eyes,
As the sun draws the mist
From the seas to the skies,
Your lips clung to mine
Till I prayed in my bliss
They might never unclasp
From the rapturous kiss.

You kissed me! My heart
And my breath and my will
In delirious joy For a moment stood still.
Life had for me then No temptations, no charms,
No visions of happiness
Outside of your arms.
And wero I this instant
An angel possessed
Of the peace and the joy
That are given the blest,
I would fling my white robes
Unrepining down,
I would tear from my forehead
Its beautiful crown,
To nestle once more
In that haven of rest- Your lips upon mine,
My head on your breast!

You kissed me! My soul In a biles so divine Kerle
I like a drunken man Foolish with wine:
And I thought ’twere delicious To die there. If death
Would but come while my lips
Were yet moist with your breath:
If I might grow cold
While your arms clasped me round
In their passionate fold.
And these are the questions
I ask day and night:
Must lipa taste no more
Such exquisite delight?
Would you care if your breast
Were my shelter as then?
And if you were here,
Would you kiss me again?