A VALENTINE
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He opened; by his heels the hound
Sniffed at the night. 'Who comes, and why?
What? no one! Hush! was that a sound?
Methought I heard a human cry.
Bah! 'twas a curlew passing by
Out where the lignum bushes twine,
This morn of good Saint Valentine.
'What ails the dog? Down, Stumpy, down!
No? Well, lead on, perchance a sheep
It is, poor brute, that fears to drown.
Heavens! how chill the waters creep!
Why, Stumpy, do you splash and leap?
'Tis but a foolish quest of thine,
This morn of good Saint Valentine.
