I JOIN once again, my Celia, join Thy rosy lips to these of mine, Which, though they be not such, Are full as sensible of bliss, That is, as soon can taste a kiss, As thine of softer touch. II Each kiss of thine creates desire, Thy odorous breath inflames Love's fire, And wakes the sleeping coal: Such a kiss to be I find The conversation of the mind, And whisper of the soul. III Thanks, Sweetest, now thou'rt perfect grown, For by this last kiss I'm undone; Thou breathest silent darts, Henceforth each little touch will prove A dangerous stratagem in love, And thou wilt blow up hearts. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET by JOHN KEATS BURNS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE SWAN SONG OF PARSON AVERY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 12. TO SIR FRANCIS HENRY DRAKE, BARONET by MARK AKENSIDE SLEEP NOT, DREAM NOT by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: THE VAMPYRE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE MAN OF PEACE by BLISS CARMAN ON SOME VIOLETS PLANTED IN MY GARDEN BY A FRIEND by ELIZABETH COBBOLD |