O winged Love! bear those red lips to mine,
That at one draught together we may drain
This Cup of Life that holds Love’s magic wine,
Then turn with lip to lip and drink again,
O Winged Love!
Or waft me as a rose to where she lies
And hide me with thy hands within her breast.
That my bruised petals, wakened by her sighs,
May live one hour, then cease, and sink to rest,
O Winged Love!
J. C. C.
1873.