The End

Wan touch av lip to lip it seemed
Would ease and end desire;
Wan mad kiss at the most, I dreamed,
Would quench the ache and fire.

When wishtful-eyed she gave wan kiss,
The touch I'd hungered for,
The thrue end, faith, I saw was this:
Not wan, but fifty more!

And heart to heart she gave thim free,
Soft kisses, day by day;
But still some end that throubled me
Stood off a world away!

And while we yearned and ere we learned
We groped to wan gift more;
And havin' that, the end was earned,
And Sorrow shut the door!