If you visit me, I will kiss you with music and compliments;
Not real kisses, for those belong
To her, nor can I give you actual song,
For I am no Mozart mathematician,
Or his modern variation, Beethoven,
Who can build and smoothly confer
Pleasure—as pleasing as kisses from her.
But you will get compliments from me,
On your learning and your beauty,
In the form of the kindest poetry
If you visit me.
I will compliment your beauty
Which only compliments like mine,
As they remove all doubts, affirm
Thoughts which will otherwise die.
If you visit me
Poetry will come, without even having to try.