Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird, Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned, And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved. LONGFELLOW. THE EVENING WIND. The faint old man shall lean his silver head To feel thee; thou shalt kiss the child asleep, And dry the moistened curls that overspread His temples, while his breathing grows more deep. BRYANT. THE CRIMSON SUNSET. Fall on her, tell her dying glow, How I am dreaming of her here, And kiss for me her snowy brow; Love, I am weak with hope and fear, Thinking of thee. HONE. THE MOON-BEAM. The silver light, so pale and faint, Showed many a prophet, and many a saint, Whose image on the glass was dyed; Full in the midst, his cross of red Triumphant Michael brandishèd, And trampled the Apostate’s pride. The moon-beam kissed the holy pane, And threw on the pavement a bloody stain. SCOTT. THE LIGHT FROM THE TOMB. No earthly flame blazed e’er so bright: It shone like heaven’s own blessed light, And, issuing from the tomb, Showed the monk’s cowl, and visage pale, Danced on the dark-browed warrior’s mail, And kissed his waving plume. SCOTT. TIME AND TIDE. The bridegroom sea Is toying with the shore, his wedded bride, And in the fulness of his marriage joy He decorates her tawny brow with shells, Retires a pace to see how fair she looks, Then, proud, runs up to kiss her. THE LIGHT-HOUSE. It sees the ocean to its bosom clasp The rocks and sea-sand with the kiss of peace; It sees the wild winds lift it in their grasp, And hold it up, and shake it like a fleece. LONGFELLOW. THE GROWING CORN. Then, like a column of Corinthian mould, The stalk struts upward and the leaves unfold; The bushy branches all the ridges fill, Entwine their arms, and kiss from hill to hill. BARLOW. FROM THE PSALMS OF DAVID. Mercy and truth are met together; righteousness and peace have kissed each other.—lxxxv. 10. PARAPHRASE. In the book of Deuteronomy, ch. xxxiv. v. 5, occurs the sentence, “So Moses, the servant of the Lord, died there in the land of Moab, according to the word of the Lord.” The literal rendering of the last words is, “by the _mouth_ of the Lord,” or, as the Hebrews express it, “with a kiss from the mouth of God.” It is thus paraphrased by an old English poet: Softly his fainting head he lay Upon his Maker’s breast; His Maker kissed his soul away, And laid his flesh to rest. TO CELIA.