When a youth and maid of demeanor gay,
But still unversed in impassioned speech,
Are seen to return from their stroll some day
With a glorified look in the face of each—
A look as of mingled life-tides set
Hence evermore to a common goal—
You may be sure that their lips have met
In that kiss which compasseth soul with soul.
Moore sings of a lover who taught his sweetheart how to kiss in the dark, and chides her afterwards for her dullness in learning the lesson.
“Cease, cease,” the blushing girl replied,