As at this moment I should like to do;—
But I have done with kisses—having kissed
All those that would—regretting those I missed.—[MS.]
[BP] {124}
Fair as the rose just plucked to crown the wreath,
Soft as the unfledged birdling when at rest.—[MS.]
[155] [Compare Mazeppa, lines 829, sq., Poetical Works, 1901, iv. 232.]
[BQ] {125}
That finer melody was never heard,
The kind of sound whose echo is a tear,