Saturday, April 20, 2013

VICTOR HUGO 1802-85

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.

THE SATURDAY POEM
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    - Leigh Hunt. 1784–1859

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