Classic Poem

How now, dear suspicious Lover!
(Doubts and jealousies all over!)
Send unkissed an empty blank,
So to make thee waste thy kisses,
Like an April fool, — and thank
Faithless one for unsent blisses!
No, my loved one! — three times three
(Oft as bee the nectar sips,)
Was this circle pressed by me!
Cordial may it prove to thee,
For my heart was on my lips!

Laugh not, you easy Sylphs! as you hover in the air,
To see me press so tenderly the paper's pallid cheek!
Why letters may not learn to kiss, I pray you to declare,
For 'tis a well known fact that they long since have learnt to speak.