A Valentine

My patron saint, St. Valentine, Why dost thou leave me to repine, Still supplicating at her shrine?

But bid her eyes to me incline, I 'll ask no other sun to shine, More rich than is Golconda's mine.

Range all that Woman, Song, or Wine Can give; Wealth, Power, and Fame combine; For her I 'd gladly all resign.

Take all the pearls are in the brine, Sift heaven for stars, earth's flowers entwine, But be her heart my Valentine.