Kiss me, sweet: the wary lover Can your favours keep, and cover, When the common courting jay All your bounties will betray. Kiss again: no creature comes. Kiss, and score up wealthy sums On my lips, thus hardly sundered, While you breathe. First give a hundred, Then a thousand, then another Hundred, then unto the tother Add a thousand, and so more: Till you equal with the store, All the grass that Romney yields, Or the sands in Chelsea fields, Or the drops in silver Thames, Or the stars, that gild his streams, In the silent summer nights, When youths ply their stol'n delights. That the curious may not know How to tell them as they flow, And the envious, when they find, What their number is, be pined. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE ALMA RIVER by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK THE LABORS OF HERCULES by MARIANNE MOORE SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 3. THE WANDERING ONE by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS LILIES: 17 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) L'AMOUR DU MENSONGE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE EMILY BRONTE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES MORNING SOUNDS by RUTH LEONARD BUCHE WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO TURN UP by ALICE CARY PERSPIRATION: A TRAVELING ECLOGUE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |