English poem
TO MRS,— - .
by Thomas Moore
How heavenly was the poet's doom, To breathe his spirit through a kiss: And lose within so sweet a tomb The trembling messenger of bliss!
And, sure his soul returned to feel That it again could ravished be; For in the kiss that thou didst steal, His life and soul have fled to thee.
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