Mon ame sur mon lèvre étoit lors toute entière.

    Pour savourer le miel qui sur la votre étoit;

    Mais en me retirant, elle resta derrière,

      Tant de ce doux plaisir l'amorce l'a restoit.

                      VOITURE.

How heavenly was the poet's doom,

  To breathe his spirit through a kiss:

And lose within so sweet a tomb

  The trembling messenger of bliss!

And, sure his soul returned to feel

  That it again could ravished be;

For in the kiss that thou didst steal,

  His life and soul have fled to thee.