Classic Poem

As if tired out with kisses,
Content to be at rest,
Here, on my breast,
Her mouth, that ached with kisses,
Drooped to my shoulder, then she sighed
A little, smiled
Then, like a happy child,
She fell asleep upon my breast.

Love comes and goes, and this is
(Love, that I once possessed!)
Love, like the rest,
And goes the way of kisses.
Yet one hour lives, of all those hours that died,
When, like a child,
She turned to me, just smiled,
And fell asleep upon my breast.