Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE PHANTOM KISS, by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR

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First Line: One night in my room, still and beamless
Last Line: Thy lips, love, were laid on mine own.
Subject(s): Kisses

ONE night in my room, still and beamless,
With will and with thought in eclipse,
I rested in sleep that was dreamless;
When softly there fell on my lips

A touch, as of lips that were pressing
Mine own with the message of bliss --
A sudden, soft, fleeting caressing,
A breath like a maiden's first kiss.

I woke -- and the scoffer may doubt me --
I peered in surprise through the gloom;
But nothing and none were about me,
And I was alone in my room.

Perhaps 't was the wind that caressed me
And touched me with dew-laden breath;
Or, maybe, close-sweeping, there passed me
The low-winging Angel of Death.

Some sceptic may choose to disdain it,
Or one feign to read it aright;
Or wisdom may seek to explain it --
This mystical kiss in the night.

But rather let fancy thus clear it:
That, thinking of me here alone,
The miles were made naught, and, in spirit,
Thy lips, love, were laid on mine own.

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