The Kiss

by Sara Teasedale
Before you kissed me only winds of heaven
   Had kissed me, and the tenderness of rain—
Now you have come, how can I care for kisses
      Like theirs again?
I sought the sea, she sent her winds to meet me,
   They surged about me singing of the south—
I turned my head away to keep still holy
      Your kiss upon my mouth.
And swift sweet rains of shining April weather
   Found not my lips where living kisses are;
I bowed my head lest they put out my glory
      As rain puts out a star.
I am my love's and he is mine forever,
   Sealed with a seal and safe forevermore—
Think you that I could let a beggar enter
      Where a king stood before?