Classic Poem

Nay, swear not, only kiss me now;
I may not trust a woman's vow!
Though sweet thy word, more sweet to me
The kiss that I have won from thee;
I have it, and I hold it true,
But words are breath and fleeting dew.


Nay, swear, my darling, breathe thy vow;
I trust thy merest promise now.
For sinking thus upon thy breast
I know myself supremely blest.
I know that thou my love wilt be
For years beyond eternity.