The First Kiss
Philip Bourke Marston
1850 to 1887
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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She sat, and to herself made tender moan,
Full of the wonder of triumphant prayer,
With head bent back, and eyes through love on flame;
And caught her by her hands and called her name.
With hair disordered, and with loosened zone, —
But feels thereof his kiss the prophecy.
Closed round her where she sat 'neath voiceless trees.
The June, moon-stricken twilight, warm, and fair.
And neck half flushed with most delicious shame;
And sense of unimagined ecstasies
As yet again in thought her lover came.
Which must be hers, she knows, yet knows not why;
She sat where he had left her all alone,
And sealed her body as her soul his own.