The Way That Lovers Use Is This; They Bow, Catch Hands, With Never A Word, And Their Lips Meet, And They Do Kiss, So I Have Heard. They Queerly Find Some Healing So, And Strange Attainment In The Touch; There Is A Secret Lovers Know, I Have Read As Much. And Theirs No Longer Joy Nor Smart, Changing Or Ending, Night Or Day; But Mouth To Mouth, And Heart On Heart, So Lovers Say.