One kiss, like moonlight cold 
Lighting with floral gold 
The lake’s low tune ; 
One kiss, one flower to fold, 
On its own calyx rolled 
At night, in June ! 
One kiss, like dewfall, drawn 
A veil o’er leaf and lawn— 
Mix night, and noon, and dawn, 
Dew, flower, and moon ! 
 
 
One kiss, intense, supreme ! 
The sense of Nature’s dream 
And scent of Heaven 
Shewn in the glint and gleam 
Of the pure dawn’s first beam, 
With earth for leaven ; 
Moulded of fire and gold, 
Water and wine to fold 
Me in its life, and hold !— 
In all but seven ! 
 
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