Epigram II: Kissing Helena, di Percy Shelley

Percy Shelley

Epigram II: Kissing Helena

From the Greek of Plato.

Kissing Helena, together

With my kiss, my soul beside it

Came to my lips, and there I kept it,—

For the poor thing had wandered thither,

To follow where the kiss should guide it,

Oh, cruel I, to intercept it!

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