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!
Birthday Verses
Thomas Hood
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Poem topics: life, world, dear, bright, morning, delight, year, shine, golden, love, I love you, good, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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