REWARDS.

By Arthur Symons

BECAUSE you cried, I kissed you, and,

Ah me! how should I understand

That piteous little you were fain

To cry and to be kissed again?

Because you smiled at last, I thought

That I had found what I had sought.

But soon I found, without a doubt,

No man can find a woman out.

I kissed your tears, and did not stay

Till I had kissed them all away.

Ah, hapless me! ah, heartless child!

She would not kiss me when she smiled.