Some say that kissing ’s a sin;
But I think it ’s nane ava,
For kissing has wonn’d in this warld
Since ever that there was twa.
O, if it wasna lawfu’
Lawyers wadna allow it;
If it wasna holy,
Ministers wadna do it.
If it wasna modest,
Maidens wadna tak’ it;
If it wasna plenty,
Puir folk...
Kissing her hair, I sat against her feet:
Wove and unwove it,—wound, and found it sweet:
Made fast therewith her hands, drew down her eyes,
Deep as deep flowers, and dreamy like dim skies;
With her own tresses bound, and found her fair,—
Kissing her hair.
Sleep were no sweeter than her face to me,—
Sleep of cold sea-bloom under...
