The literature of kissing

by Charles C. Bombaugh

The faint old man shall lean his silver head

To feel thee; thou shalt kiss the child asleep,

And dry the moistened curls that overspread

His temples, while his breathing grows more deep.

Bryant.

THE CRIMSON SUNSET.

Fall on her, tell her dying glow,

How I am dreaming of her here,

And kiss for me her snowy brow;