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THE KISS: A DIALOGUE
1 Among thy fancies, tell me this,
What is the thing we call a kiss?
2 I shall resolve ye what it is:--

It is a creature born and bred
Between the lips, all cherry-red,
By love and warm desires fed,--
CHOR.
And makes more soft the bridal bed.


2 It is an active flame, that flies
First to the babies of the eyes,
And charms them there with lullabies,--
CHOR.
And stills the bride, too, when she cries.


2 Then to the chin, the cheek, the ear,
It frisks and flies, now here, now there:
'Tis now far off, and then 'tis near,--
CHOR.
And here, and there, and every where.


1 Has it a speaking virtue? 2 Yes.

1 How speaks it, say? 2 Do you but this,--
Part your join'd lips, then speaks your kiss;
CHOR.
And this Love's sweetest language is.


1 Has it a body? 2 Ay, and wings,
With thousand rare encolourings;
And as it flies, it gently sings--
CHOR.
Love honey yields, but never stings.
Written by: Robert Herrick

Book: Reflection on the Important Things