Poems (1898)/A Valentine

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Fear not that I shall tell the world,
 O lady mine, how sweet thou art,
Fear not that others so shall gain
 The secret of my heart;
For though my lips should carol praise
 From night till morn, from morn till eve,
Thy loveliness, O lady mine,
 Who had not known could not believe!

To praise the rose is not to paint
 Its perfume, in the air afloat;
No words can voice the violet,
 Or trill the throstle's note;
Nor may I fondly hope in song
 Thy mystic graces to impart,—
Who hath not known thee, lady mine,
 Will never dream how sweet thou art!