My love bound me with a kiss That I should no longer stay; When I felt so sweet a bliss I had less power to part away: Alas! that woman doth not know Kisses make men loath to go. Yet she knows it but too well, For I heard when Venus' dove In her ear did softly tell That kisses were the seals of love: O muse not then though it be so; Kisses make men loath to go. Wherefore did she thus inflame My desires, heat my blood, Instantly to quench the same, And starve whom she had given food? I the common sense can show; Kisses make men loath to go. Had she bid me go at first It would ne'er have grieved my heart, Hope delayed had been the worst; But ah! to kiss and then to part! How deep it struck, speak, gods, you know Kisses make men loath to go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: EARLY SPRING by EDITH SITWELL SIXTEEN DEAD MEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A FRAGMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON LOVE-LILY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI CABOOSE THOUGHTS by CARL SANDBURG |