The Kiss

The greatest bliss
Is in a kiss --
A kiss of love refin'd,
When springs the soul
Without control
And blends the bliss with mind.

For if desire
Alone inspire,
The kiss not me can charm
The eye must beam
With chasten'd gleam
That would my sould disarm.

What fond delight
Does love excite
When sentiment takes part!
The falt'ring sigh,
Voluptous eye,
And palpiating heart.

Ye fleet to fast--
Sweet moments, last
A little longer mine!
Like Heaven's bow
Ye fade--ye go;
Too tremuluously fine!

-- Charlotte Dacre