Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood

May 23, 1799 - May 3, 1845


Time, Hope, And Memory

by Thomas Hood

I heard a gentle maiden, in the spring,
Set her sweet sighs to music, and thus sing:
Fly through the world, and I will follow thee,
Only for looks that may turn back on me;

Only for roses that your chance may throw --
Though withered -- I will wear them on my brow,
To be a thoughtful fragrance to my brain;
Warmed with such love, that they will bloom again.

Thy love before thee, I must tread behind,
Kissing thy foot-prints, though to me unkind;
But trust not all her fondness, though it seem,
Lest thy true love should rest on a false dream.

Her face is smiling, and her voice is sweet:
But smiles betray, and music sings deceit;
And words speak false; -- yet, if they welcome prove,
I'll be their echo, and repeat their love.

Only if wakened to sad truth, at last,
The bitterness to come, and sweetness past;
When thou art vext, then, turn again, and see
Thou hast loved Hope, but Memory loved thee.


The Poetical Works Of Thomas Hood
Copyright 1861
Boston: Crosby, Nichols, Lee and Company
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