Old Spookses’ Pass, Malcolm’s Katie and Other Poems

by Isabella Valancy Crawford


 

THE LAND OF KISSES.


 

Where is the Land of Kisses,
    Can you tell, tell, tell?  
Ah, yes; I know its blisses
  Very well!
’Tis not beneath the swinging
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  Of the Jessamine,
Where gossip-birds sit singing
  In the vine!

Where is the Land of Kisses,
    Do you know, know, know?
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Is it such a land as this is?
  No, truly no!
Nor is it ’neath the Myrtle,
  Where each butterfly
Can brush your lady’s kirtle,
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  Flitting by!

Where is the Land of Kisses,
    Can you say, say, say?
Yes; there a red lip presses  
  Mine ev’ry day!
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But ’tis not where the Pansies
  Open purple eyes,
And gossip all their fancies
  To the skies! [Page 111]

I know the Land of Kisses
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    Passing well, well, well;
Who seeks it often misses—
  Let me tell.
Fly, lover, like a swallow,
  Where your lady goes;
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You’ll find it if you follow,  
  ’Neath the Rose. [Page 112]