Classic Poem

My Love bound me with a kiss
That I should no longer stay.
When I felt so sweet a bliss,
I had less power to pass away.
Alas! that women do not know
Kisses make men loth to go.

Yes, she knows it but too well,
For I heard when Venus' dove
In her ear did softly tell
That kisses were the seals of love.
O! muse not then though it be so,
Kisses make men loth to go.

Wherefore did she thus inflame
My desires, heat my blood,
Instantly to quench the same,
And starve whom she had given food?
I the common sense can show;
Kisses make men loth to go.

Had she bid me go at first,
It would ne'er have grieved my heart;
Hope delayed had been the worst.
But ah! to kiss and then to part!
How deep it struck, speak, gods, you know.
Kisses make men loth to go.