To Jane: When passisons fade
The thing methinks when kiss thy lips
was done ere thou bestowed eclipse.
What drives is merely passions told,
then soon it comes the winter's cold.

Oh how will he go through the night?
'thout none could help ignite the light.
To whom could he confess his sin?
When think thy smooth and flawless skin.

The cold has gone, the spring's shade.
For now I see a gentle dove.
When we grow, passions'll fade,
And all the rest can be but love.

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle—
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea—
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?