What smouldering senses in death's sick delay
Or seizure of malign vicissitude
Can rob this body of honour, or denude
This soul of wedding-raiment worn to-day?
For lo! even now my lady's lips did play
With these my lips such consonant interlude
As laurelled Orpheus longed for when he wooed
The half-drawn hungering face with that last lay.
I was a child beneath her touch,-a man
When breast to breast we clung, even I and she,-
A spirit when her spirit looked through me,-
A god when all our life-breath met to fan
Our life-blood, till love's emulous ardours ran,
Fire within fire, desire in deity.
The Kiss
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Poem topics: breath, child, death, god, sick, wedding, desire, soul, play, face, touch, lady, body, beneath, delay, Valentine's Day, fire, life, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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