And hid her lips in a yellow tress,
And kissed the breasts where they met the dress,
And laid her cheek on the weary face
To wipe away each tear's distress,
To cleanse of grief each grievous place.
And this for thee," she said and kissed.
And this for thee," and held each wrist.
And this for thee," and met the lips.
As priest in sacred water dips
His hand at last confessional