"WHEN I a year ago again met thee, "No kiss thou gav'st me in that moment blest;" -- Thus spake I, and my love a kiss impress'd With rosy mouth upon my lips with glee. With a sweet smile she from a myrtle tree Hard by us pluck'd a twig, and said in jest: "Take thou this twig, in fresh earth let it rest, "And o'er it place a glass," -- then nodded she. 'Twas long ago. The twig died in the pot. 'Tis many a year since she hath cross'd my sight; Yet in my head that kiss still burneth hot. Lately returning home, I sought the place Where dwells my love. Before her house all night I stood, and left when morning show'd its face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE FEARS IN SOLITUDE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE BITTER-SWEET: CRADLE SONG [OR, BABYHOOD] by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND THE LAST MAN: A DREAM by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE LAST MAN: LIFE A GLASS WINDOW by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SONG by FRANCOIS JOACHIM DE PIERRE DE BERNIS |