Song Cycle by Arthur Martinus Hartmann (1881 - 1956)

Word count: 88

?. In a gondola [sung text not yet checked]

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.


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