A Valentine by Laura E. Richards

Oh, little loveliest lady mine!
What shall I send for your valentine?
Summer and flowers are far away,
Gloomy old Winter is king to-day,
Buds will not blow, and sun will not shine;
What shall I do for a valentine?

Prithee, Saint Valentine, tell me here,
Why do you come at this time o’ year?
Plenty of days when lilies are white,
Plenty of days when sunbeams are bright;
But now, when everything’s dark and drear,
Why do you come, Saint Valentine dear?

I’ve searched the gardens all through and through,
For a bud to tell of my love so true;
But buds are asleep, and blossoms are dead,
And the snow beats down on my poor little head;
So, little loveliest lady mine,
Here is my heart for your valentine.

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