Kisses To-Day
Banish, O maiden, thy fears of to-morrow;
Dash from thy cheek, love, the tear-drop of sorrow;
Pleasure flies swiftly and sweetly away:
Tears for to-morrow, but kisses to-day,—
Kisses, love.
Hear me, then, dearest, thy doubts gently chiding:
Know’st thou not true love is ever confiding?
Why snatch from Cupid his bandage away?
Love sees no morrow, then kiss me to-day.
Kiss me, love.