Here you will find the Poem The Land Of Kisses of poet Isabella Valancy Crawford
Where is the Land of Kisses, Can you tell, tell, tell? Ah, yes; I know its blisses Very well! 'Tis not beneath the swinging Of the Jessamine, Where gossip-birds sit singing In the vine! Where is the Land of Kisses, Do you know, know, know? 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, Flitting by! Where is the Land of Kisses, Can you say, say, say? Yes; there a red lip presses Mine ev'ry day! But 'tis not where the Pansies Open purple eyes, And gossip all their fancies To the skies! I know the Land of Kisses Passing well, well, well; Who seeks it often misses-- Let me tell. Fly, lover, like a swallow, Where your lady goes; You'll find it if you follow, 'Neath the Rose.
