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SONNET XVIII
THE FIRST KISS
Lo! the first kiss of Eve when the first night
Fell over Paradise,—the blue profound
Far heaven of darkness slowly closing round
And silent star-ships steering into sight.
The world is shadowed, but Eve's eyes are bright
And sunshine in her golden locks is bound:—
First they had feared the unheard-of dark,—but found
The passionate darkness sweeter than the light.
Fell over Paradise,—the blue profound
Far heaven of darkness slowly closing round
And silent star-ships steering into sight.
The world is shadowed, but Eve's eyes are bright
And sunshine in her golden locks is bound:—
First they had feared the unheard-of dark,—but found
The passionate darkness sweeter than the light.
Yes: the first kiss. And since that far-off hour
Lips tender and innumerable have met;
And lips shall meet sweeter than any yet;
But in that star-watched and God-hallowed bower
Man's hand first gathered love, the dark night's flower,
And when the sun rose, dropped it with regret.
Lips tender and innumerable have met;
And lips shall meet sweeter than any yet;
But in that star-watched and God-hallowed bower
Man's hand first gathered love, the dark night's flower,
And when the sun rose, dropped it with regret.
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