The literature of kissing

by Charles C. Bombaugh

THE WANDERING KNIGHT’S SONG.

[From the Spanish.]

My ornaments are arms,

My pastime is in war,

My bed is cold upon the wold,

My lamp yon star.

My journeyings are long,

My slumbers short and broken;

From hill to hill I wander still,

Kissing thy token.

I ride from land to land,

I sail from sea to sea:

Some day more kind I fate may find,

Some night kiss thee!