Sonnet: On A Stolen Kiss
Now gentle sleep hath closèd up those eyes,
Which waking kept my boldest in awe,
And free access unto that sweet lip lies
From whence I long the rosy breath to draw.
Now gentle sleep hath closèd up those eyes,
Which waking kept my boldest in awe,
And free access unto that sweet lip lies
From whence I long the rosy breath to draw.
William Browne
