Sara Teasdale — The Kiss BEFORE YOU kissed me only ...

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?