The Kiss
In the grey north I found a flower
More fair than blossoms of the south
The red rose of your mouth.
More fair than blossoms of the south
The red rose of your mouth.
I kissed it in a weary hour,
And the sad silver winter day
Grew straightway warm and gay.
And the sad silver winter day
Grew straightway warm and gay.
Yes, that shy kiss had such strange power
That summer seemed to bend above
The laughing face of Love.
That summer seemed to bend above
The laughing face of Love.
Our radiant future tower on tower
A phantom city of delight
Rose swiftly into sight.
A phantom city of delight
Rose swiftly into sight.
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