’Twas nectar she gave me to sip,
’Twas nectar I drank in her sigh!
“The dew that distilled in that kiss
To my soul was voluptuous wine:
Ever since it is drunk with the bliss,
And feels a delirium divine.”
Anacreon, in one of his odes, speaks of the heart flying to the lips; and Plato, in a distich quoted by Aulus Gellius, tells us of the effect of a kiss upon his susceptibility:
“Whene’er thy nectared kiss I sip,