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[The Kiss]
I chased from the dew-moistened breast of a rose
A fly that attempted its nectar to sip,
And I thought, as I gazed on its delicate glows,
That the bloom of its leaf was the blush of thy lip.
A fly that attempted its nectar to sip,
And I thought, as I gazed on its delicate glows,
That the bloom of its leaf was the blush of thy lip.
In a moment of fancy I gave to its breast
A kiss like the one I bestowed upon thee,
And I felt, as my lip to its bosom was prest,
That the fly and the snail had enjoyed it like me.
A kiss like the one I bestowed upon thee,
And I felt, as my lip to its bosom was prest,
That the fly and the snail had enjoyed it like me.
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