Oh! Might I Kiss Those Eyes Of Fire, A Million Scarce Would Quench Desire, Still Would I Steep My Lips In Bliss, And Dwell An Age On Every Kiss; Nor Then My Soul Should Sated Be, Still Would I Kiss, And Cling To Thee, Nought Should My Kiss From Thine Dissever. Still Would We Kiss, And Kiss Forever; E'En Though The Number Did Exceed, The Yellow Harvest'S Countless Seed, To Part Would Be A Vain Endeavour, Could I Desist? - Ah! Never - Never.