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9 To be mine, and we shall be then

Very happy Valentines.

Since books so much delight you

To verses I’ll invite you,

Oh, ponder every line:

I wish, indeed, my metre,

Was loftier and sweeter,

To please my Valentine.

Had I heroics fine, how

With I’d vie now—

The task I’d ne’er decline;

So moving, so pathetic,

Sublime and energetic,

Should be my Valentine!

Accept my strains, however,

Tho’ they’re a poor endeavour,

My passion to define;

This sentence, tho’ should move you—

Then mark it well—I love you,

And am your Valentine!

Thou art my saint, religious fair!

Thou art indeed divine!

And such a saint, may angels spare,

To be my Valentine!