Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume II. Love. 1904. | | | | VI. Lovers | | Kissing Her Hair | | Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837–1909) |
| | | 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,— | 5 |
| Kissing her hair. | |
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| Sleep were no sweeter than her face to me,— | |
| Sleep of cold sea-bloom under the cold sea: | |
| What pain could get between my face and hers? | |
| What new sweet thing would Love not relish worse? | 10 |
| Unless, perhaps, white Death had kissed me there,— | |
| Kissing her hair. | | | | |
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