The literature of kissing

by Charles C. Bombaugh

Exhausted with the march and fight,

And sickened with the dreary sight

Of the red carnage all around,

I sigh to taste one cooling breath

Blown from the icy hills and sea;

Then welcome as a bride’s to me

Would be the gentle kiss of Death.

MARY IN HEAVEN.

Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pebbled shore