November 30, 2007



Give me, my love, that billing kiss
I taught you one delicious night,
When, turning epicures in bliss,
We tried inventions of delight.


Come, gently steal my lips along,
And let your lips in murmurs move, –
Ah, no! – again – that kiss was wrong –
How can you be so dull, my love?


‘Cease, cease!’ the blushing girl replies –
And in her milky arms she caught me –
‘How can you thus your pupil chide;
You know’ twas in the dark you taught me!’


Thomas Moore