The moth's kiss, first! Kiss me as if you made me believe You were not sure, this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed Its petals up; so, here and there You brush it, till I grow aware Who wants me, and wide ope I burst. The bee's kiss, now! Kiss me as if you enter'd gay My heart at some noonday, A bud that dares not disallow The claim, so all is render'd up, And passively its shatter'd cup Over your head to sleep I bow.
Browning songs
Song Cycle by Latham True (1874 - 1945)
?. The moth's kiss and the bee's kiss [sung text not yet checked]
Authorship:
- by Robert Browning (1812 - 1889), no title, appears in Bells and Pomegranates, first published 1842 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. My star [sung text not yet checked]
All, that I know Of a certain star Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red, Now a dart of blue Till my friends have said They would fain see, too, My star that dartles the red and the blue! Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled: They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it. What matter to me if their star is a world? Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.
Authorship:
- by Robert Browning (1812 - 1889), "My star", appears in Men and Women, first published 1855 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]Total word count: 174