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Valentine's Day Poems

Table of Contents

  1. Hearts Were Made to Give Away by Annette Wynne
  2. A Valentine by Francis William Bourdillon
  3. A Valentine by Edgar Allan Poe
  4. Cupid Stung by Thomas Moore
  5. Some Questions For Saint Valentines Day by Amos Russel Wells
  6. Greeting by Annette Wynne
  7. Valentine by Joyce Kilmer
  8. My Heart of Hearts by Ruby Archer

  1. Hearts Were Made to Give Away

    by Annette Wynne

    Hearts were made to give away
    On Valentine's good day;
    Wrap them up in dainty white,
    Send them off the thirteenth night.
    Any kind of heart that's handy—
    Hearts of lace, and hearts of candy,
    Hearts all trimmed with ribbands fine
    Send for good St. Valentine.
    Hearts were made to give away
    On Valentine's dear day.

  2. A Valentine

    by Francis William Bourdillon

    What is my wish for thee, sweet Valentine?
    A song of Spring, while Winter yet is here,
    Heralding Summer in the silent year,
    Be thine!

    And for myself canst thou my wish divine?
    To think my greeting may be in thy sight
    Welcome as Summer's heralds, — this delight
    Be mine!

  3. A Valentine

    by Edgar Allan Poe

    For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
    Brightly expressive as the twins of Loeda,
    Shall find her own sweet name, that, nestling lies
    Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.
    Search narrowly the lines!—they hold a treasure
    Divine—a talisman—an amulet
    That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure—
    The words—the syllables! Do not forget
    The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor!
    And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

    Which one might not undo without a sabre,
    If one could merely comprehend the plot.
    Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering
    Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus
    Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing
    Of poets, by poets—as the name is a poet’s, too.
    Its letters, although naturally lying
    Like the knight Pinto—Mendez Ferdinando—
    Still form a synonym for Truth—Cease trying!
    You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do.

  4. Cupid Stung

    by Thomas Moore

    Cupid once upon a bed
    Of roses laid his weary head;
    Luckless urchin, not to see
    Within the leaves a slumbering bee.
    The bee awak'd—with anger wild
    The bee awak'd, and stung the child.
    Loud and piteous are his cries;
    To Venus quick he runs, he flies;
    “Oh, Mother! I am wounded through—
    I die with pain—in sooth I do!
    Stung by some little angry thing,
    Some serpent on a tiny wing—
    A bee it was—for once, I know,
    I heard a rustic call it so.”
    Thus he spoke, and she the while
    Heard him with a soothing smile;
    Then said, “My infant, if so much
    Thou feel the little wild bee's touch,
    How must the heart, ah, Cupid! be,
    The hapless heart that's stung by thee!”

  5. Some Questions For Saint Valentine's Day

    by Amos Russel Wells

    Why Sir Cupid do you choose
    For your happy festival
    Just the bleakest month of all?
    Rosy June why don't you use,
    Or the dainty fingered May,
    Or some jocund August day?

    "It's because I want to show
    How against dear Love's sweet reign
    Harshest seasons rage in vain;
    Ice and sleet and blinding snow
    But the blustering captives are,
    Chained to her triumphal car."

    Then, Sir Cupid, prithee tell
    Why your merry day should fall
    In the shortest month of all?
    Is your wonder-working spell
    As distinctly fugitive
    As the month in which you live?

    "Stay in shame your slanderous tongue!
    It is I, and none but I,
    Make this month so quickly fly.
    Lovers' time is ever young;
    And this month, were I not here,
    Were the longest of the year!"

  6. Greeting

    by Annette Wynne

    Sweet as the summer breeze
    Bright as the summer sea,
    Pure as the breath of flowers
    Is the wish I wish to thee;
    High as the heaven's blue arch,
    Staunch as the woodland tree,
    Sure as the spring time's coming,
    Is the love I bear to thee.

  7. A Valentine

    by Joyce Kilmer

    My songs should be as lilies fair,
    And roses made of crimson light,
    To lie amid the fragrant hair
    And on the breast of my delight.

    Such glory is for them too high;
    I'll scatter them adown the street,
    And when my love is passing by
    They will rise up and kiss her feet.

  8. My Heart of Hearts

    by Ruby Archer

    My heart of hearts is a garden fair
    All abud and abloom for you,
    And a grey stone wall goes all around
    That none without may see it is there.
    But a little wicket your love has found
    Furtively, shyly open for you.

    A revel of blossom, a riot of bee,
    And fragrance fine as a melody,
    A thousand windings, soft to your feet;—
    And none may win by the grey stone bound
    To my heart of hearts with its rose and rue
    And hidden wildness of wanton sweet—
    Save you, Beloved, my Love, save you.

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