Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ))

Sonnet for the 14th of February

No popular respect will I omit
To do thee honor on this happy day,
When every loyal lover tasks his wit
His simple truth in studious rhymes to pay,
And to his mistress dear his hopes convey.
Rather thou knowest I would still outrun
All calendars with Love's,--whose date alway
Thy bright eyes govern better than the Sun,--
For with thy favor was my life begun;
And still I reckon on from smiles to smiles,
And not by summers, for I thrive on none
But those thy cheerful countenance complies:
Oh! if it be to choose and call thee mine,
Love, thou art every day my Valentine.

1. Written in Keats' “Endymion”
2. The World Is with Me
3. Sonnet (How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky)
4. Sonnet on Receiving a Gift
5. The Lee Shore

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