Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Valentine by William Stanley Braithwaite

VALENTINE

Lavish Nature's hands bestow
Meadows full of daisies;
Shelley's lark -song, Herrick's dew,
Keats' flower-fragrant mazes.
Gather all within a dream,
Admire them and ponder,
Yet your treasures will not seem
Half so great a wonder
As my love's rich charms that shine
In my verse - Her Valentine!

William Stanley Braithwaite.

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