XXV Basia
Turn back, you wanton flyer,
And answer my desire
With mutual greeting.
Yet bend a little nearer,—
True beauty still shines clearer
In closer meeting!
Hearts with hearts delighted
Should strive to be united,
Each other’s arms with arms enchaining,—
Hearts with a thought,
Rosy lips with a kiss still entertaining.
What harvest half so sweet is
As still to reap the kisses
Grown ripe in sowing?
And straight to be receiver
Of that which thou art giver,
Rich in bestowing?
There is no strict observing
Of times’ or seasons’ swerving,
There is ever one fresh spring abiding;—
Then what we sow with our lips
Let us reap, love’s gains dividing.
T. Campion