Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN HONEST VALENTINE; RETURNED FROM THE DEAD-LETTER OFFICE, by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK Poet's Biography First Line: Thank you for your kindness Last Line: Dearest valentine. Alternate Author Name(s): Mulock, Dinah Maria Subject(s): Holidays; Valentine's Day | ||||||||
THANK you for your kindness, Lady fair and wise, Though love's famed for blindness, Lovers -- hem! for lies. Courtship's mighty pretty, Wedlock a sweet sight; -- Should I (from the city, A plain man, Miss -- ) write, Ere we spouse-and-wive it, Just one honest line, Could you e'er forgive it, Pretty Valentine? Honey-moon quite over, If I less should scan You with eye of lover Than of mortal man? Seeing my fair charmer Curl hair spire on spire, All in paper armor, By the parlor fire; Gown that wants a stitch in Hid by apron fine, Scolding in her kitchen, -- O fie, Valentine! Should I come home surly Vexed with fortune's frown, Find a hurly-burly, House turned upside down, Servants all a-snarl, or Cleaning steps or stair: Breakfast still in parlor, Dinner -- anywhere: Shall I to cold bacon Meekly fall and dine? No, -- or I'm mistaken Much, my Valentine. What if we should quarrel? -- Bless you, all folks do: -- Will you take the war ill Yet half like it too? When I storm and jangle, Obstinate, absurd, Will you sit and wrangle Just for the last word, -- Or, while poor Love, crying, Upon tiptoe stands, Ready plumed for flying, -- Will you smile, shake hands, And the truth beholding, With a kiss divine Stop my rough mouth's scolding? -- Bless you, Valentine! If, should times grow harder, We have lack of pelf, Little in the larder, Less upon the shelf; Will you, never tearful, Make your old gowns do, Mend my stockings, cheerful, And pay visits few? Crave nor gift nor donor, Old days ne'er regret, Seek no friend save Honor, Dread no foe but Debt; Meet ill-fortune steady, Hand to hand with mine, Like a gallant lady, -- Will you, Valentine? Then, whatever weather Come, or shine, or shade, We'll set out together, Not a whit afraid. Age is ne'er alarming, -- I shall find, I ween, You at sixty charming As at sweet sixteen: Let's pray, nothing loath, dear, That our funeral may Make one date serve both, dear, As our marriage day. Then, come joy or sorrow, Thou art mine, -- I thine. So we'll wed to-morrow, Dearest Valentine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOUGLAS, DOUGLAS, TENDER AND TRUE by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK HER LIKENESS by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK NOW AND AFTERWARDS by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK ONLY A WOMAN by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK PHILIP, MY KING by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK A 'MERCENARY' MARRIAGE by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK A CHILD'S SMILE by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK A CHRISTMAS CAROL by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK A DEAD BABY by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK A DEAD SEA-GULL; NEAR LIVERPOOL by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK |
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