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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO THE RIVER OTTER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AGAMEMNON: THE BEACONS by AESCHYLUS CURE FOR AFFLICTIONS by ARCHILOCHUS IN PRAISE OF GREEK by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON CAPE COD MEMORY by A. PEARLE CARTER |