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Poems . Craik, Dinah Maria Mulock, 1826–1887.
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AN HONEST VALENTINE

Returned from the Dead‐Letter Office

  • THANK you for your kindness,
  • Lady fair and wise,
  • Though love’s famed for blindness,
  • Lovers—hem! for lies.
  • Courtship’s mighty pretty,
  • Wedlock a sweet sight;—
  • Should I (from the city,
  • A plain man, Miss—) write,
  • Ere we spouse‐and‐wive it,
  • Just one honest line,
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  • Could you e’er forgive it,
  • Pretty Valentine?
  • Honey‐moon quite over,
  • If I less should scan
  • You with eye of lover
  • Than of mortal man?
  • Seeing my fair charmer
  • Curl hair spire on spire,
  • All in paper armor,
  • By the parlor fire;
  • Gown that wants a stitch in
  • Hid by apron fine,
  • Scolding in her kitchen,—
  • O fie, Valentine!
  • Should I come home surly
  • Vexed with fortune’s frown,
  • Find a hurly‐burly,
  • House turned upside down,
  • Servants all a‐snarl, or
  • Cleaning steps or stair:
  • Breakfast still in parlor,
  • Dinner—anywhere:
  • Shall I to cold bacon
  • Meekly fall and dine?
  • No,—or I’m mistaken
  • Much, my Valentine.
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  • What if we should quarrel?
  • —Bless you, all folks do:—
  • Will you take the war ill
  • Yet half like it too?
  • When I storm and jangle,
  • Obstinate, absurd,
  • Will you sit and wrangle
  • Just for the last word,—
  • Or, while poor Love, crying,
  • Upon tiptoe stands,
  • Ready plumed for flying,—
  • Will you smile, shake hands,
  • And the truth beholding,
  • With a kiss divine
  • Stop my rough mouth’s scolding?—
  • Bless you, Valentine!
  • If, should times grow harder,
  • We have lack of pelf,
  • Little in the larder,
  • Less upon the shelf;
  • Will you, never tearful,
  • Make your old gowns do,
  • Mend my stockings, cheerful,
  • And pay visits few?
  • Crave nor gift nor donor,
  • Old days ne’er regret,
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  • Seek no friend save Honor,
  • Dread no foe but Debt;
  • Meet ill‐fortune steady,
  • Hand to hand with mine,
  • Like a gallant lady,—
  • Will you, Valentine?
  • Then, whatever weather
  • Come, or shine, or shade,
  • We’ll set out together,
  • Not a whit afraid.
  • Age is ne’er alarming,—
  • I shall find, I ween,
  • You at sixty charming
  • As at sweet sixteen:
  • Let’s pray, nothing loath, dear,
  • That our funeral may
  • Make one date serve both, dear,
  • As our marriage day.
  • Then, come joy or sorrow,
  • Thou art mine,—I thine.
  • So we’ll wed to‐morrow,
  • Dearest Valentine.
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