The Kiss

Sara Teasdale

 
Before you kissed me only winds of heaven
Had kissed me, and the tenderness of rain—
Now you have come, how can I care for kisses
Like theirs again?
I sought the sea, she sent her winds to meet me,
They surged about me singing of the south—
I turned my head away to keep still holy
Your kiss upon my mouth.
And swift sweet rains of shining April weather
Found not my lips where living kisses are;
I bowed my head lest they put out my glory
As rain puts out a star.
I am my love's and he is mine forever,
Sealed with a seal and safe forevermore—
Think you that I could let a beggar enter
Where a king stood before?
 

Poems by This Author

After Love by Sara Teasdale
There is no magic any more
Barter by Sara Teasdale
Life has loveliness to sell
Faults by Sara Teasdale
They came to tell your faults to me
Four Winds by Sara Teasdale
"Four winds blowing thro' the sky
I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale
I am not yours, not lost in you
I Love You by Sara Teasdale
When April bends above me
Moonlight by Sara Teasdale
It will not hurt me when I am old
Places [III. Winter Sun] by Sara Teasdale
There was a bush with scarlet berries
Summer Night, Riverside by Sara Teasdale
In the wild soft summer darkness
The Falling Star by Sara Teasdale
I saw a star slide down the sky
The Flight by Sara Teasdale
Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow,
The Gift by Sara Teasdale
What can I give you, my lord, my lover
The Look by Sara Teasdale
Strephon kissed me in the spring
There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
What Do I Care by Sara Teasdale
What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring