idea of the reality. How accurate is Thomas Moore when, in one of his poems, he declares that roses are not so warm as his beloved's mouth, nor can the dew approach it in sweetness.
Now if we turn to the other aspect of the case and see what women expect from a man's kiss, then the question becomes somewhat more difficult to treat, inasmuch as so exceedingly few women have treated of kisses in poetry—a fact which is also in itself quite natural. Runeberg, who himself has so often sung the praises of kissing without, however, being versed in their nature:
For my part I've ne'er understood
Of kisses what can be the good;
But I should die if kept away
From thy red lips one single day.
asks his beloved:
Now, dearest maiden, answer me,
What joy can kisses bring to thee?
But she fails to answer him:
I ask thee now, as I asked this,
And all thy answer's kiss on kiss.
Besides, it seems very evident from the last line that the situation did not admit of the
