THERE was a time, when we were young together And all the thorns of life were yet to seek, This day brought roses, in the wintriest weather, To burn your cheek. Oh, not alone the wanton winds that sought you Were wont your lilies to incarnadine; Your roses deepened when the postman brought you My valentine. The words I wrote, my still fond breast remembers, Were leaping tongues from out a heart of fire; They breathed, nor have they lost in graying embers Young love's desire! But now, my dear, this fervent song I sing you Has holier designs on heaven's wealth; I pray this little valentine may bring you The rose of health. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PHOSPHORESCENT MAN by KAREN SWENSON BALLADE OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 19. THE FAIRY QUEEN PROSERPINA by THOMAS CAMPION THE TASK: BOOK 4. THE WINTER EVENING by WILLIAM COWPER THE WORLD by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER |