All take these lips away; no more, br No more such kisses give to me. br My spirit faints for joy; I see br Through mists of death the dreamy shore, br And meadows by the water-side, br Where all about the Hollow Land br Fare the sweet singers that have died, br With their lost ladies, hand in hand; br Ah, Love, how fireless are their eyes, br How pale their lips that kiss and smile! br So mine must be in little while br If thou wilt kiss me in such wise.