The literature of kissing

by Charles C. Bombaugh

It comforts me in this one thought to dwell,

That I subdued me to my father’s will;

Because the kiss he gave me, ere I fell,

Sweetens the spirit still.

Tennyson: Dream of Fair Women.

THE MAY QUEEN.

I have been wild and wayward, but you’ll forgive me now;

You’ll kiss me, my own mother, and forgive me ere I go;

Nay, nay, you must not weep, nor let your grief be wild;