A Valentine to Catherine
by Evaleen Stein
If you will be my True-Love,
I’ll tell you what I’ll do,
I’ll ask a little bluebird
To sing a song to you.
I’ll tell you what I’ll do,
I’ll ask a little bluebird
To sing a song to you.
When first you see a violet
And softly pricking through
The garden-bed come crocuses
And golden tulips, too,
And softly pricking through
The garden-bed come crocuses
And golden tulips, too,
Then watch! for he’ll be coming,
The little bird of blue;
He’ll sing, “I love you, Sweetheart,
It’s true, true, true!”
The little bird of blue;
He’ll sing, “I love you, Sweetheart,
It’s true, true, true!”
An Intercepted Valentine
by Carolyn Wells
Little Bo-Peep, will you be mine?
I want you for my Valentine.
You are my choice of all the girls,
With your blushing cheeks and your fluttering curls,
With your ribbons gay and your kirtle neat,
None other is so fair and sweet.
Little Bo-Peep, let’s run away,
And marry each other on Midsummer Day;
And ever to you I’ll be fond and true,
Your faithful Valentine,
LITTLE BOY BLUE.
It’s All I Have to Bring To-day
by Emily Dickinson
It’s all I have to bring to-day,
This, and my heart beside,
This, and my heart, and All the fields,
And all the meadows wide.
Be sure you count, should I forget, —
Someone the sum could tell, —
This, and my heart, and all the bees
Which in the clover dwell.
This, and my heart beside,
This, and my heart, and All the fields,
And all the meadows wide.
Be sure you count, should I forget, —
Someone the sum could tell, —
This, and my heart, and all the bees
Which in the clover dwell.
