The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood, by Thomas Hood


Let us make a leap, my dear,

In our love, of many a year,

And date it very far away,

On a bright clear summer day,

When the heart was like a sun

To itself, and falsehood none;

And the rosy lips a part

Of the very loving heart,

And the shining of the eye

But a sign to know it by; —

When my faults were all forgiven,

And my life deserved of Heaven.

Dearest, let us reckon so,

And love for all that long ago;

Each absence count a year complete,

And keep a birthday when we meet.

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