'T is when the lark goes soaring <br />And the bee is at the bud, <br />When lightly dancing zephyrs <br />Sing over field and flood; <br />When all sweet things in nature <br />Seem joyfully achime - <br />'T is then I wake my darling, <br />For it is kissing time! <br /> <br />Go, pretty lark, a-soaring, <br />And suck your sweets, 0 bee; <br />Sing, 0 ye winds of summer, <br />Your songs to mine and me; <br />For with your song and rapture <br />Cometh the moment when <br />It's half-past kissing time <br />And time to kiss again! <br /> <br />So - so the days go fleeting <br />Like golden fancies free, <br />And every day that cometh <br />Is full of sweets for me; <br />And sweetest are those moments <br />My darling comes to climb <br />Into my lap to mind me <br />That it is kissing time. <br /> <br />Sometimes, maybe, he wanders <br />A heedless, aimless way - <br />Sometimes, maybe, he loiters <br />In pretty, prattling play; <br />But presently bethinks him <br />And hastens to me then, <br />For it's half-past kissing time <br />And time to kiss again!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kissing-time/
