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Show i A famous Love Poem by a Woman. Miss Joslc E. Hunt's poem, "You kissed me," was written writ-ten In 1859, and was first printed by James Redpath in his newspaper at Doniphan, Kas. Since that tlmolbhasap-rjArcd tlmolbhasap-rjArcd periodically In newspapers In all parts of the country coun-try and is stjll going the rounds. Mr. Redpath thought so much of it that he had some copies of it printed on white satin, one of which Is still In possession of S. R Shcpard. of Leavenworth, who furnished this Information about her-V her-V Miss Hunt's poetic ability attracted the attention of the J press and she was besieged with Invitations to contribute. I She wrote several pieces for the Atchison Champion,, but l contributed mainly to the Boston Journal under the nom !i do plumo of "Margaret Verne." II Four years after writing "You Kissed Mo" sho married il a man named Wood, and a year later, in 1804, died In La il porte, Ind., in the 28th year of her age, Just as she was be- , ginning to make name and fame as a poet. Claremont, N. II., was her native place, and it was iwr Home at the time she wrote "You Kissed Me." Sho gate j ' it to Colonel Hlnton of Boston, being a frequent visitor at J his home, and he sent it to Redpath In Kansas The lines I follow: You kissed me; my head Dropped low on jour breast, W . With a feeling of shelter 3 And Infinite rest; J While the holy emotion I My tongue dared not speak, i Flushed up like a Maine, I From my heart to my cheek. 3 Your arms held me fast; OhI your arms were so bold; Heart beat against heart f In their passionate hold. a Your glances seemed drawing w My soul through my eyes, j As the sun through the mist A From the sea to the skies. m " And your lips clung to mine, I j Till 1 prayed In my bliss j They might never unclasp 4 1 From that rapturous kiss. You kissed me; my heart And my breath, and my will, x In dllarious joy. For a moment stood still. Life had for me then No temptations, no charms; No vista of pleasure Outside or your arms; And were I this instant An angel possessed Of tho glory and peace That are given the blest, I would fling my white robes Unreplnlng down, And tear from my forehead It's beautiful crown, To nestlo once more In that haven of rest With your lips upon mine And my'hcad on your breast. You kissed me; my soul In a bliss so divine, . j. Reeled and swooned like a foolish man - Drunken with wine; R And I thought 'twere delicious To die then, if death I &' Would come while my mouth ' ' Was yet moist with your breath; It 'Twcre delicious to die, At. ,(,, , If my heart might grow cold , --,., i . Willie your arms wrapt me round In that passionate fold hi And these are tho questions 1)9 I ask day and night: k I tm Must my life taste but once rl "' Sucli exquisite delight? IS 3 Would you care If your breast fiB Were my shelter as then? 1 i And if you were hero 1 2 Would you kiss me again? il |