To Mrs,---. On Her Beautiful Translation Of Voiture's Kiss.
By Thomas Moore
Mon ame sur mon lvre toit lors toute entire.
Pour savourer le miel qui sur la votre toit;
Mais en me retirant, elle resta derrire,
Tant de ce doux plaisir l'amorce l'a restoit.
VOITURE.
How heavenly was the poet's doom,
To breathe his spirit through a kiss:
And lose within so sweet a tomb
The trembling messenger of bliss!
And, sure his soul returned to feel
That it again could ravished be;
For in the kiss that thou didst steal,
His life and soul have fled to thee.