The way that lovers use is this; They bow, catch hands, with never a word, And their lips meet, and they do kiss, —So i have heard. They queerly find some healing so, And strange attainment in the touch; There is a secret lovers know, —I have read as much. And theirs no longer joy nor smart, Changing or ending, night or day; But mouth to mouth, and heart on heart, —So lovers say.