Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ))

Birthday Verses

Good morrow to the golden morning,
  Good morrow to the world's delight--
I've come to bless thy life's beginning,
  Since it makes my own so bright!

I have brought no roses, sweetest,
  I could find no flowers, dear,--
It was when all sweets were over
  Thou wert born to bless the year.

But I've brought thee jewels, dearest,
  In thy bonny locks to shine,--
And if love shows in their glances,
  They have learn'd that look of mine!

1. To Fancy
2. Written in Keats' “Endymion”
3. To My Daughter on Her Birthday
4. The Boy at the Nore
5. The Two Peacocks of Bedfont

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