Birthday Verses
Thomas Hood
1799 to 1845
Track 1
Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Good morrow to the world's delight—
It was when all sweets were over
Thou wert born to bless the year.
In thy bonny locks to shine,—
Since it makes my own so bright!
I've come to bless thy life's beginning,
Good morrow to the golden morning,
But I've brought thee jewels, dearest,
And if love shows in their glances,
I have brought no roses, sweetest,
They have learn'd that look of mine!
I could find no flowers, dear,—