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KISSING TIME by Eugene Field

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A father cherishes the simple daily ritual of kissing his little one, letting the sights and sounds of a summer morning — larks, bees, and gentle breezes — create the perfect atmosphere.

Poet
Eugene Field
Themes
childhood, family, love
The PoemFull text

KISSING TIME

Eugene Field

'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!

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§01Quick summary

What this poem is about

A father cherishes the simple daily ritual of kissing his little one, letting the sights and sounds of a summer morning — larks, bees, and gentle breezes — create the perfect atmosphere. Each stanza returns to the same joyful refrain: it’s "kissing time," and then "time to kiss again." This poem is a heartfelt love letter from a parent to a toddler, beautifully woven with the language of nature.

§02Themes

Recurring themes

§03Line by line

Stanza by stanza, with notes

  1. 'T is when the lark goes soaring / And the bee is at the bud,

    Editor's note

    Field opens with a classic pastoral scene—a lark soaring in the sky, a bee buzzing around a flower, and a gentle breeze—indicating that something joyful is unfolding. Nature is bustling with life, and that vibrancy signals it's time to awaken the child. The phrase "joyfully achime" likens the entire natural world to a bell ringing in celebration.

  2. Go, pretty lark, a-soaring, / And suck your sweets, O bee;

    Editor's note

    The speaker now directly addresses the lark, the bee, and the winds, encouraging them to go about their business while he and his child savor their moment together. There's a lightheartedness in this — he's essentially saying to nature, "you go have fun, we’re enjoying our own sweetness over here." The refrain "half-past kissing time / And time to kiss again" transforms the entire poem into a joyful clock.

  3. So--so the days go fleeting / Like golden fancies free,

    Editor's note

    This stanza takes a moment to consider time. The days are "fleeting" — they go by fast — but the speaker isn't upset about it. Each day is filled with sweetness, and the sweetest moment is when his child climbs into his lap. The image of the child climbing up is both tender and vivid, providing a physical detail that grounds the poem in reality.

  4. Sometimes, maybe, he wanders / A heedless, aimless way--

    Editor's note

    Here, Field adds a touch of personality to the child: he wanders off, gets caught up in play, and loses track of time. Yet, he always remembers to come running back. The phrase "bethinks him," meaning he suddenly remembers, feels quaint but delightful, and the picture of the child rushing back for kisses captures the emotional essence of the poem.

§04Tone & mood

How this poem feels

Warm, playful, and openly sentimental. Field doesn’t shy away from his intentions — he wants you to embrace the pure joy of a parent with a small child, and the poem's lively rhythm (anapestic, nearly song-like) conveys that feeling throughout. There's a subtle hint of nostalgia in "the days go fleeting," but it never crosses into sadness. This is a genuinely happy poem, no doubt about it.

§05Symbols & metaphors

Symbols & metaphors

The lark
The lark flying high at dawn is a classic symbol of joy and the beginning of a new day. In this context, it also marks the moment when the speaker wakes his child — morning, birdsong, and kisses are all connected.
The bee at the bud
The bee collecting nectar reflects the speaker absorbing sweetness from his child. Both are naturally attracted to what is sweet and good. This subtle, organic parallel flows throughout the poem.
Kissing time
More than a charming phrase, "kissing time" acts like a personal clock — a ritual that defines the day and adds significance. It implies that love, rather than hours or appointments, is what truly shapes a life.
The child climbing into the lap
This physical gesture represents the entire relationship: trust, closeness, and the child's longing for connection. The child returns not out of obligation, but from genuine desire — and that's what matters.

§06Historical context

Historical context

Eugene Field was an American journalist and poet in the latter half of the 19th century, best remembered for his children's poems such as "Wynken, Blynken, and Nod" and "Little Boy Blue." He wrote a column for the Chicago Morning News, infusing much of his poetry with his love for children—having eight of his own. "Kissing Time" is a prime example of Victorian domestic poetry, celebrating home life and family emotions as worthy of sincere literary exploration. The poem's lyrical, song-like quality mirrors the era's preference for verses that could be recited aloud or even set to music. Field passed away at 45, and knowing he wrote about children during such a brief life adds an extra layer of poignancy to his work.

§07FAQ

Questions readers ask

The speaker is a parent—most likely a father, considering Field's own experiences—sharing moments about his young son. The use of "he" in the last stanza makes it clear that the child is a boy. The poem speaks both to the child and to the reader, drawing us into this intimate morning routine.

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