’Twixt yielding lips, in every thrilling kiss,
To dart the trembling tongue,—what matchless bliss!
Inhaling sweet each other’s mingling breath,
While Love lies gasping in the arms of Death!
While soul with soul in ecstasy unites,
Entranced, impassioned, with the fond delights
From thee received, or given to thee, my love!
Alike to me those kisses grateful prove;
The kiss that’s rapid, or prolonged with art,
The fierce, the gentle, equal joys impart: