Go, Valentine
By Robert Southey
Go, Valentine, and tell that lovely maid
Whom fancy still will portray to my sight,
How here I linger in this sullen shade,
This dreary gloom of dull monastic night;
Say, that every joy of life remote
At evening's closing hour I quit the throng,
Listening in solitude the ring-dome's note,
Who pours like me her solitary song;
Say, that of her absence calls the sorrowing sigh;
Say, that of all her charms I love to speak,
In fancy feel the magic of her eye,
In fancy view the smile illume her cheek,
Court the lone hour when silence stills the grove,
And heave the sigh of memory and of love.
By Robert Southey
Ah, the month of love is almost through, a week from today will have to say our adieus. A voice of love says our goodbyes-
Starts with a R, and ends with a Y.
A memory of a love, starts a rhyme
with just as solid word of goodbye-
Our dutiful valentine is leaving us behind, and coming back another time. Romantique Innocence wishes you a lovely weekend, an a belated Valentine.~Nailah D'arcy
Amour Toujours
Nailah D'arcy
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