 | [Poems by Kilmer in] Memories of my son Sergeant Joyce Kilmer |  |
VALENTINE—1913
I will send my heart to England, and will make it learn to actLike a vacant minded vicar, or a curate full of tea.
I will make my heart talk Cambridgese, or Yorkshirish, in fact,
I will make it be as British as a human heart can be.
I will dress my heart in roses, roses red and ever gay,
I will steep my heart in scarletest of wine.
I will teach my heart to bow, and smile, and sing, and dance and play—
Just to make you take it for a Valentine!
| [Poems by Kilmer in] Memories of my son Sergeant Joyce Kilmer | |