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A BALLAD OF ST. VALENTINE'S
'Twas of St. Valentine the day
He found her sighing, ‘Wellaway’;
By chance they met, 'twas plain to see,
Beneath the leafless trysting-tree.
He found her sighing, ‘Wellaway’;
By chance they met, 'twas plain to see,
Beneath the leafless trysting-tree.
‘Now, wherefore sad at heart, sweet maid,
And yet so beautiful?’ he said.
‘Alack! fair sir, for grief I pine
That I have no true Valentine.’
And yet so beautiful?’ he said.
‘Alack! fair sir, for grief I pine
That I have no true Valentine.’
So kind he was, his bow dropped he,
And tossed his arrows 'neath the tree;
Though close was heard a rabbit stir,
He stayed his sport to comfort her;
And tossed his arrows 'neath the tree;
Though close was heard a rabbit stir,
He stayed his sport to comfort her;
So good, though merry mates were nigh,
He laid all thought of frolic by;
But more he soothed, the more wept she
Beneath the leafless trysting-tree;
He laid all thought of frolic by;
But more he soothed, the more wept she
Beneath the leafless trysting-tree;
Till in his arms he caught her fast,
And through those blinding tears at last
The blue of heaven began to shine,
For she had found her Valentine.
And through those blinding tears at last
The blue of heaven began to shine,
For she had found her Valentine.
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