Sara Teasedale: The Kiss

The Kiss

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?