A kiss is as sweet as a rose,

   When you pluck it in secret, I ween;

If you take it when nobody knows.

A kiss is as sweet as a rose,

But the delicate flavor all goes

   To the winds if the taking is seen.

A kiss is as sweet as a rose,

   When you pluck it in secret, I ween.

Ozora Stearns Davis

Index to poems in the collection by Ozora Stearns Davis