The Kiss

Over the green fields, over the snow, Something I send thee, something I throw. No one can guess it; no one can know.

Light as a feather, quick as the eye; Thin as a sunbeam, deep as the sky; Worthless, but something a queen could not buy.

Ah, you have caught it, love! How do I know? Sweet, there are secrets lost ages ago. Lovers learn all of them. Smile not,—'tis so.