Kiss III

"One Kiss, enchanting Maid!" (I cry'd;)--
One little Kiss! and then adieu!
Your lips, with luscious crimson dyed,
To mine with trembling rapture flew:

But quick those lips my lips forsake,
With wanton, tantalizing jest;
So starts some rustic from the snake
Beneath his heedless footstep prest:

Is this to grant the wish'd-for Kiss?--
Ah, no, my Love!--'tis but to fire
The bosom with a transient bliss,
Enflaming unallay'd desire.