Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс))

Kisses

Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses?
How soft is this one, how subtle this is,
How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is,
As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice;
How this one clings and how that uncloses
From bud to flower in the way of roses;
And this through laughter and that through weeping
Swims to the brim where Love lies sleeping;
And this in a pout I snatch, and capture
That in the ecstasy of rapture,
When the odorous red-rose petals part
That my lips may find their way to the heart
Of the rose of the world, your lips, my rose.
But no song knows
The way of my heart to the heart of my rose. 

1. Pastel: Masks and Faces
2. Grey Hours: Naples
3. The Andante of Snakes
4. At Glan-y-Wern
5. Haschisch

Gerald Massey (Джеральд Масси) Kisses ("One kiss more, Sweet!")

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