Leigh Hunt (1784-1859)
Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss'd me.
3 comments:
Not going daily anymore?
Man, where have you been? I miss having new poems to read every day. :(
Where are you? My day misses its daily dose of poetry. Hope you are well, come back soon!
S
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