'A Valentine'

THOUGH I have loved you well, I ween,

And you, too, fancied me,

Your heart hath too divided been

A constant heart to be.

And like the gay and youthful knight,

Who loved and rode away,

Your fleeting fancy takes a flight

With every fleeting day.

So let it be as you propose,

Tho’ hard the struggle be ;

’Tis fitter far—that goodness knows !—

Since we cannot agree.

Let’s quarrel once for all, my sweet,

Forget the past—and then

I’ll kiss each pretty girl I meet,