Love Songs of Childhood by Eugene Field - HTML preview

KISSING TIME

      'T is when the lark goes soaring

      And the bee is at the bud,

      When lightly dancing zephyrs

      Sing over field and flood;

      When all sweet things in nature

      Seem joyfully achime—

      'T is then I wake my darling,

      For it is kissing time!

      Go, pretty lark, a-soaring,

      And suck your sweets, O bee;

      Sing, O ye winds of summer,

      Your songs to mine and me;

      For with your song and rapture

      Cometh the moment when

      It's half-past kissing time

      And time to kiss again!

      So—so the days go fleeting

      Like golden fancies free,

      And every day that cometh

      Is full of sweets for me;

      And sweetest are those moments

      My darling comes to climb

      Into my lap to mind me

      That it is kissing time.

      Sometimes, maybe, he wanders

      A heedless, aimless way—

      Sometimes, maybe, he loiters

      In pretty, prattling play;

      But presently bethinks him

      And hastens to me then,

      For it's half-past kissing time

      And time to kiss again!