When Four Lips

When four lips come to touch like this,
In one expectant, trembling kiss;
When time stands still and has no will,
And makes of past and future nil;
When every end is met in one
Of all you’ll ever do, have done,
Then mortal life is swift forgot
And you’re a god, though knowing not.
And all your power’s Joy’s to bear,
And all your hours everywhere!

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