Where is the Land of Kisses, <br />Can you tell, tell, tell? <br />Ah, yes; I know its blisses <br />Very well! <br />'Tis not beneath the swinging <br />Of the Jessamine, <br />Where gossip-birds sit singing <br />In the vine! <br /> <br />Where is the Land of Kisses, <br />Do you know, know, know? <br />Is it such a land as this is? <br />No, truly no! <br />Nor is it 'neath the Myrtle, <br />Where each butterfly <br />Can brush your lady's kirtle, <br />Flitting by! <br /> <br />Where is the Land of Kisses, <br />Can you say, say, say? <br />Yes; there a red lip presses <br />Mine ev'ry day! <br />But 'tis not where the Pansies <br />Open purple eyes, <br />And gossip all their fancies <br />To the skies! <br /> <br />I know the Land of Kisses <br />Passing well, well, well; <br />Who seeks it often misses-- <br />Let me tell. <br />Fly, lover, like a swallow, <br />Where your lady goes; <br />You'll find it if you follow, <br />'Neath the Rose.<br /><br />Isabella Valancy Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-land-of-kisses/
