IN A GONDOLA
by: Robert Browning (1812-1889)
- HE moth's
kiss, first!
- Kiss me as if you made me believe
- You were not sure, this eve,
- How my face, your flower, had pursed
- Its petals up; so, here and there
- You brush it, till I grow aware
- Who wants me, and wide ope I burst.
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- The bee's kiss, now!
- Kiss me as if you enter'd gay
- My heart at some noonday,
- A bud that dares not disallow
- The claim, so all is render'd up,
- And passively its shatter'd cup
- Over your head to sleep I bow.
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