Kissing Point Road by Ruth M. Bedford

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Down Kissing Point Road where we wandered to-day
The Spring has been lately and given away
Largesse of violets, purple and pale,
And orchids like butterflies, delicate frail,
         Or shiny, brown bees
         And, more lovely than these,
The clear crimson tips of the gum-trees that glowed
Like flames in the bush beside Kissing Point Road.

In the gardens we passed there were roses run mad,
Such vigorous joy in the sunlight they had;
They romped and they rioted, poured like a flood
Of blossoms, foam-white, bright as gold, red as blood.
         There were sheets of white daisies,
         A creeper that raises
A great, leafy banner, a curtain of green,
And tall red snapdragons of soldierly mien.

And Polly was happy, and my heart sang, too,
With the birds that were singing the whole long day through;
In the bush were such splendors, such secrets half-told,
Such wonders there were on the road where we strolled,
         For ever beholding
         Fresh beauty unfolding;
And if I kissed Polly and Polly kissed me,
There was no one on Kissing Point Road that could see.

First published in The Bulletin, 18 November 1915

Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography

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