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...ON AN INTAGLIO HEAD OF MINERVA (1) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE MAD GARDENER'S SONG by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON NERVES by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS WELCOME, LITTLE STRANGER (BY A DISPLACED THREE-YEAR-OLD) by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS DUNCAN WEIR by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: KING LIMOS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |