Valentine

The morning is up betimes my dear

Each postman is loaded by Cupid

The letters are nothing but lovers and rhymes

Some loving or joking or stupid

'Tis an old fashioned thing to go church to be wed

And then nothing can alter the fashion

But today like the birds many lovers are led

More warmly revealing their passion.

Thy love at the first gave such witching delight

No maiden on earth could be neater

And absence has kept thee so long from my sight

That thy beauty shines sweeter and sweeter.

The flowers of summer are showy and fine

But the blossoms of spring are the dearest

And just so it is with my fair Valentine

The best are the sweet and the sincerest.

There's the cyclamen flower of a delicate hue

There's the snowdrop so drooping of delicate white

There's the violet and crocus all over dark blue

That makes in a nosegay a Valentine quite.

I'll wed thee and love thee, and this is the day

We must call those we love Valentine

And I hope when we see the sweet blossoms of May
Thou'lt be a sweet blossom of mine.

LP I 405

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