Littell's Living Age/Volume 125/Issue 1608/Valentine Verses

by Francis William Bourdillon

VALENTINE VERSES.

I send a sign of love; the shower sends
⁠The breeze before it, whispering, "He is coming!"
And the glad field her leaves and flowers bends.
⁠And hushes all her myriad insects' humming.

I send a sign of love; the morning sends
⁠A rosy cloud, his mounted messenger;
And the glad earth in ecstacy attends,
⁠Sure now her love himself will come to her.

O fairer than the field, than the whole earth,
⁠Would that thy lover's coming in thy sight
Were as the rain-cloud to a land of dearth.
⁠Were as the morning to a world of night!

⁠Spectator.F. W. B.