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VALENTINE'S DAY
Some young urchin, shamming lonely,
Writes on ‘gilt-edged superfine’
To some unknown charmer, only—
‘Be thou, Darling! ever mine’
Draws a heart, with arrow-skewer,—
‘So Love hath transfix'd me thine.’
Never recipe was truer
For a perfect Valentine.
Writes on ‘gilt-edged superfine’
To some unknown charmer, only—
‘Be thou, Darling! ever mine’
Draws a heart, with arrow-skewer,—
‘So Love hath transfix'd me thine.’
Never recipe was truer
For a perfect Valentine.
Birds are billing, birds are cooing;
All things lovely go in pairs:
We are willing, why not wooing,
When sweet Spring comes unawares?
Very cold though is this spring-time,
Snow on every tiny spray;
Better wait some happier ring-time:
Valentine! put off thy day.
All things lovely go in pairs:
We are willing, why not wooing,
When sweet Spring comes unawares?
Very cold though is this spring-time,
Snow on every tiny spray;
Better wait some happier ring-time:
Valentine! put off thy day.
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Ho, Saint Valentine so simple,
Sadly simple Valentine,
All so earnest for a dimple
And a smile that meets not thine!
Gentle Love! do not deceive me:
Is thy heart quite throughly mine,
And the arrow barb'd? Believe me
Thine own faithful Valentine.
Sadly simple Valentine,
All so earnest for a dimple
And a smile that meets not thine!
Gentle Love! do not deceive me:
Is thy heart quite throughly mine,
And the arrow barb'd? Believe me
Thine own faithful Valentine.
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