Ozora Stearns Davis

1866-1931 / USA

Stolen Fruits [triolet]

A kiss is as sweet as a rose,
When you pluck it in secret, I ween;
If you take it when nobody knows.
A kiss is as sweet as a rose,
But the delicate flavor all goes
To the winds if the taking is seen.
A kiss is as sweet as a rose,
When you pluck it in secret, I ween.
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