Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | August 6, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Rondeau

by Leigh Hunt (1784-1859).

Rondeau

Jenny kissed 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,                                                 5
    Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I’m growing old, but add,
    Jenny kissed me.

Notes:
http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/PRleigh.htm
http://www.nndb.com/people/452/000107131/


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