Ah ! Press thy heart to mine and lay
Thy lips upon my lips and heed
No whit the griefs that rose to-day
Nor those the dawn is sure to lead.

Take thou my life to make or break:
What matter so my soul may know
Another trembles for its sake?
Such love new years will not bestow.

Here in our kisses life has end;
All time can give no more than this;
Ah, might we swooning deathwards blend,
Our spirits in one perfect kiss!