Darling, I kiss thee from thy slender feet
Up to the curls around thy tender brow;
Each fervent kiss upon thee prints a vow,
To love thee only while my heart can beat.
No; longer, sweetest,; for if spirits meet
In life eternal, and can feel, as now
I feel thy presence, by the thrill and glow
Within my soul, ere hands or lips may greet;
Then surely I shall know thee, though thy face
Shine like an angel's with mysterious bliss,
As though God hid thee in his blinding grace.
Yea, I shall know thee, if reward like this
Leave where it falls a designating trace,
And thus, again, reclaim thee with a kiss.