HE. "I WILL write little Ethel some verses, The love that I bear her to tell; I've no money for tokens more costly, I'm sure these will do quite as well. "How pleased she will be when she gets them! What a sweet little note I'll receive In acknowledgment of the verses I sent her St. Valentine's eve." SHE. "What a miserable jumble of phrases! What chaotic verse do I see! I wonder what could have possessed him To send these effusions to me! "Never mind, though, I'm sure they'll be useful, And I think I know just about where." So she took them, and twisted, and placed them In the newly made curls of her hair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVERYONE KNOWS WHOM THE SAVED ENVY by JAMES GALVIN PATIENCE by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE IMAGE IN LAVA by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE CHILDREN'S HOUR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FROST-WORK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BRITAIN'S DAUGHTER by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |