She kissed me once, 'twas long ago,
But something subtle in me stirred
As if the vans of some great bird
Had fanned my blood into a glow
'Twas something wasteful, wild yet sweet,
Intangible, without a name,
But through my veins with sudden heat
It passed and burst into a flame—
'Twas molten once that lava stream,
Ran with red riotings, but now