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1884–1933

THE KISS

Sara Teasdale

BEFORE YOU kissed me only winds of heaven Had kissed me, and the tenderness of rain — Now you have come, how can I care for kisses Like theirs again?

I sought the sea, she sent her winds to meet me, They surged about me singing of the south — I turned my head away to keep still holy Your kiss upon my mouth.

And swift sweet rains of shining April weather Found not my lips where living kisses are; I bowed my head lest they put out my glory As rain puts out a star.

I am my love's and he is mine forever, Sealed with a seal and safe forevermore — Think you that I could let a beggar enter Where a king stood before?

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