More cruel than art thou 
The calm and chaste of brow, 
If thou dost this, 
Forget the feeble vow 
Ill sworn :  all laws allow 
Pity, that is 
Kin unto love, and mild. 
List to the sad and wild 
Crying of the lonely child 
Who asks a kiss. 
 
 
One kiss, like snow, to slip, 
Cool fragrance from thy lip 
To melt on mine ; 
One kiss, a white-sail ship 
To laugh and leap and dip 
Her brows divine ; 
One kiss, a starbeam faint 
With love of a sweet saint, 
Stolen like a sacrament 
In the night’s shrine ! 
 
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