Poetry

Laura E. Richards

 A Valentine, by Laura Elizabeth Richards, 1850-1943

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?

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!