Give me, my love, that billing kiss
I taught you one delicious night,
When, turning epicures in bliss,
We tried inventions of delight.
Come, gently steal my lips along,
And let your lips in murmurs move, —
Ah, no! — again — that kiss was wrong —
How can you be so dull, my love?
’Cease, cease!’ the blushing girl replies —
And in her milky arms she caught me —
’How can you thus your pupil chide;
You know’ twas in the dark you taught me!’