Wine and Kissing

From Greek Anthology

The kiss that she left on my lip

Like a dew-drop shall lingering lie:

‘Twas nectar she gave me to sip,

‘Twas nectar I drank in her sigh!

The dew that distilled in that kiss

To my soul was voluptuous wine:

Ever since it is drunk with the bliss,

And feels a delirium divine.