Thine

What! kisscd by the lipa Anuther has preBsed! Itepose on the beaving Waves of a breast '.rii at han ebbed and fluwed In the fondest alarms With the soft embrace Of other arms! Better be kissed By the trembling wave In the wandering walls Of a watery grave; Carensed in death By the Mermaid's hands On the drifting couch Of the deep sea sands. The dew of the Ups Al ust, be sipped by me, And the heaving wave Of the boBom be An ocean whose tides, As they ebb and flow No bark of the Rtranger Shall ever know.