Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THREE IS A CROWD, by BELLE RICHARDSON HARRISON


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THREE IS A CROWD, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The first sweet kiss
Last Line: Come between.
Subject(s): Collective Behavior; Kisses; Mobs; Crowds


THE first sweet kiss,
Where is the harm?
The tender pressure
Of an arm;
Two heads drooped low,
One hand caressed,
A sunny head
Upon your breast.

The maid no more
Is just the same;
And you and she
Must share the blame.
From off a peach
You lightly brush
Its greatest charm,
The downy blush.

But if you claim
The maid or peach,
No need such
Platitudes to preach.
Another's counsel
You despise,
Deeming your course
Exceeding wise.

You'll work your own
Sweet will I ween,
And let no meddler
Come between.





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