[_Eve to Adam._] Because I comprehend This human love, I shall not be afraid Of any human death; and yet because I know this strength of love, I seem to know Death’s strength by that same sign. Kiss on my lips, To shut the door close on my rising soul, Lest it pass outward in astonishment, And leave thee lonely. _Drama of Exile._ * * * * * _Adam._ A child’s kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad— ... Thy hand, which plucked the apple, I clasp close; Thy lips, which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close. _Drama of Exile._ TENNYSON. _Milkmaid._ [_Singing without._] Shame upon you, Robin, Shame upon you now! Kiss me would you? with my hands Milking the cow? Daisies grow again, Kingcups blow again, And you came and kissed me milking the cow. Robin came behind me, Kissed me well, I vow; Cuff him could I? with my hands Milking the cow? Swallows fly again, Cuckoos cry again, And you came and kissed me milking the cow. Come, Robin, Robin, Come and kiss me now: Help it can I? with my hands Milking the cow? Ringdoves coo again, All things woo again, Come behind and kiss me milking the cow. _Queen Mary._ [Illustration] THE KISS IN FICTION. EIGHTEENTH- AND NINETEENTH-CENTURY NOVELS.