Classic Poem

1

The morning is up betimes my dear
 Each postman is loaded by Cupid
The letters are nothing but lovers and rhymes
 Some loving or joking or stupid
'Tis an old fashioned thing to go church to be wed
 And then nothing can alter the fassion
But to day like the birds many lovers are led
More warmly revealing their passion.

2

Thy love at the first gave such witching delight
 No maiden on earth could be neater
And absence has kept thee so long from my sight
 That thy beauty shines sweeter and sweeter
The flowers of summer are showy and fine
 But the blossoms of spring are the dearest
And just so it is with my fair Valentine
The best are the sweet and the sincerest.

3

There's the Cyclamin flower of a delicate hue
 There's the snowdrop so drooping of delicate white
There's the violet and crocus all over dark blue
 That makes in a nosegay a valentine quite
I'll wed thee and love thee, and this is the day
 We must call those we love Valentine
And I hope when we see the sweet blossoms of May
Thou'lt be a sweet blossom of mine.