Firsttimehekissedme,hebutonlykissed
ThefingersofthishandwherewithIwrite;
Andeversince,itgrewmorecleanandwhite.
Slowtoworld-greetings,quickwithits“O,list,”
Whentheangelsspeak.Aringofamethyst
Icouldnotwearhere,plainertomysight,
Thanthatfirstkiss.Thesecondpassedinheight
Thefirst,andsoughttheforehead,andhalfmissed,
Halffallingonthehair.Obeyondmeed!
Thatwasthechrismoflove,whichlove’sowncrown,
Withsanctifyingsweetness,didprecede
Thethirduponmylipswasfoldeddown
Inperfect,purplestate;sincewhen,indeed,
Ihavebeenproudandsaid,“Mylove,myown.”