A Kiss - Thomas Hardy

By a wall the stranger now calls his,
Was born of old a particular kiss,
Without forethought in its genesis;
Which in a trice took wing on the air.
And where that spot is nothing shows:
There ivy calmly grows,
And no one knows
What a birth was there!

That kiss is gone where none can tell -
Not even those who felt its spell:
It cannot have died; that know we well.
Somewhere it pursues its flight,
One of a long procession of sounds
Travelling aethereal rounds
Far from earth's bounds
In the infinite.

At The Word 'Farewell'
First Sight Of Her And After
Before Knowledge
A Kiss
By The Runic Stone
Dew
I Would Live In Your Love
April Song
The Wanderer
Answered
Love's Language
The Lover's Resolution
Love Will Find Out The Way