On Helen’s heart the day were night! <br /> But I may not adventure there: <br />Here breast is guarded by a right, <br /> And she is true as fair. <br /> <br />And though in happy days her eyes <br /> The glow within mine own could please, <br />She’s purer than the babe who cries <br /> For empire on her knees. <br /> <br />Her love is for her lord and child, <br /> And unto them belongs her snow; <br />But none can rob me of her wild <br /> Young kiss of long ago!<br /><br />Norman Rowland Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-first-kiss-2/
