Sonnet Cclxxxiv:

Darling, I kiss thee from thy slender feet Up to the curls around thy tender brow; Each fervent kiss upon thee prints a vow, To love thee only while my heart can beat. No; longer, sweetest,; for if spirits meet In life eternal, and can feel, as now I feel thy presence, by the thrill and glow Within my soul, ere hands or lips may greet; Then surely I shall know thee, though thy face Shine like an angel's with mysterious bliss, As though God hid thee in his blinding grace. Yea, I shall know thee, if reward like this Leave where it falls a designating trace, And thus, again, reclaim thee with a kiss.