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Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Kisses
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Cupid, if storying legends tell aright,
Once framed a rich elixer of delight.
A chalice o`er love-kindled flames he fixed,
And in it nectar and ambrosia mixed:
With these the magic dews which evening brings,
Brushed from the Idalian star by fairy wings:
Each tender pledge of sacred faith he joined,
Each gentler pleasure of th` unspotted mind-- 
Day-dreams, whose tints with sportive brightness glow,
And hope, the blameless parasite of woe.
The eyeless chemist heard the process rise,
The steamy chalice bubbled up in sighs;
Sweet sounds transpired as when the enamoured dove
Pours the soft murmuring of responsive love.
The finished work might envy vainly blame,
And `kisses` was the precious compound`s name.
With half, the god his Cyprian mother blest,
And breathed on Sara`s lovelier lips the rest.
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