By Leigh HuntJenny 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,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I’m growing old, but add,
Jenny kissed me.
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Leigh Hunt (1784-1859) was an English poet and essayist.
To sin by silence, when we should protest, Makes cowards out of men. The human race Has climbed on protest. Had no voice been raised
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2 thoughts on “Jenny Kissed Me”
This is one of my all-time favorite poems <3 When we were asked to bring a favorite poem to a church poetry class, this is the one I thought of first.
It’s one of my favorites too. So sweet and so true about the importance of memory and love.