To ____. (Let us make a leap, my dear, ...)

By Thomas Hood

Let us make a leap, my dear,
In our love of many a year,
And date it very far away,
On a bright clear summer day,
When the heart was like a sun
To itself, and falsehood none;
And the rosy lips a part
Of the very loving heart,
And the shilling of the eye
But a sign to know it by; --
When my faults were all forgiven,
And my life deserved of Heaven.
Dearest, let us reckon so,
And love for all that long ago;
Each absence count a year complete,
And keep a birthday when we meet.