TO HER whose glamor moves and stirs And bids me try to do her honor, Whose peerless beauty made me hers The first time I laid eyes upon her -- Whose profile thrilled my boyish dream And made a shrine for youthful passion, Whose magic is the chosen theme Her lovers praise, each in his fashion -- Who turns her ever-changing face To fit the moods that men bring to her, And in her heart can find a place For all who venturously woo her -- To her who, beautiful and great, Deserves a more pretentious ditty -- To her, in love, I dedicate This Valentine -- to New York City! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY GARDEN by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE GODODDIN: THE DEATH OF HOEL by ANEIRIN PSALM 31. IN TE DOMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ABSENCE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES LYNTON VERSES: 6. SYMPHONY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE GREEK PARTISAN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: INDIAN LOVE SONG by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |