FEBRUARY
Wan, wind-wracked month, of all the months
most bare
Of outward beauty or of inward grace;
Reserved of ancient custom to efface
By sacrificial offering, whate'er
Of taint was held to be the whole year's share :
One day, at least, thy cold, gray arms em-
brace,
That serves to set a dimple in thy face
And by its fairness make the rest more fair :
The happy day when birds begin to woo,
And win fond mates, to bless the tiny nest,
Already modelled in the tinier breast ;
The happy day in which, sweet heart, for you,
A rosier tint o'erspreads this breast of mine,
Sending its message through Saint Valentine.
Wan, wind-wracked month, of all the months
most bare
Of outward beauty or of inward grace;
Reserved of ancient custom to efface
By sacrificial offering, whate'er
Of taint was held to be the whole year's share :
One day, at least, thy cold, gray arms em-
brace,
That serves to set a dimple in thy face
And by its fairness make the rest more fair :
The happy day when birds begin to woo,
And win fond mates, to bless the tiny nest,
Already modelled in the tinier breast ;
The happy day in which, sweet heart, for you,
A rosier tint o'erspreads this breast of mine,
Sending its message through Saint Valentine.
Mary Barker Dodge.
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