On Helen-s heart the day were night!
But I may not adventure there:
Here breast is guarded by a right,
And she is true as fair.
And though in happy days her eyes
The glow within mine own could please,
She-s purer than the babe who cries
For empire on her knees.
Her love is for her lord and child,
And unto them belongs her snow;
But none can rob me of her wild
Young kiss of long ago!
The First Kiss
Norman Rowland Gale
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Poem topics: child, happy, heart, kiss, night, snow, wild, young, long, true, adventure, Valentine's Day, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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