I taste the perfume of your last caress,
The last, long, throbbing kissing of your mouth.
Your “I love thee” is magic in my ear
To mingle with the surf upon the shore.
I have lived the life of every man in mine.
I have been sullen as a convict is,
I have been sad as any maid in love,
I have outgibed the mad loud mirth of fools,
I have been happy as a little child,
Have grown religious, touched philosophy,