ElizabethBarrettBrowning
Firsttimehekissedme, hebutonlykissed
ThefingersofthishandwherewithIwrite;
Andeversince, itgrewmorecleanandwhite.
Slowtoworld-greetings, quickwithits“O, list,”
Icouldnotwearhere, plainertomysight,
Thefirst, andsoughttheforehead, andhalfmissed,
!
Thatwasthechrismoflove, whichlove'sowncrown,
Withsanctifyingsweetness, didprecede
Thethirduponmylipswasfoldeddown
Inperfect, purplestate; sincewhen, indeed,
Ihavebeenproudandsaid,“Mylove, myown.”