Just one of those romantic poems I rather like
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.
The poem is by Leigh Hunt and “Jenny’” is said to be Jane Carlyle of whom it was said ‘ It was very good of God to let Carlyle and Mrs. Carlyle marry one another and so make only two people miserable instead of four.’
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.
The poem is by Leigh Hunt and “Jenny’” is said to be Jane Carlyle of whom it was said ‘ It was very good of God to let Carlyle and Mrs. Carlyle marry one another and so make only two people miserable instead of four.’
56-60, M