Priscilla Jane Thompson, "A Valentine" (1907)
Out of the birth-place of sighs,
Freighted with hope and freighted with fear,
My all in a valentine, hies.
Oh, frail little missive
Of delicate texture,
Speed thee, on thy journey,
And give her a lecture!
Fathom her heart, that seems to me, cold,
Trouble her bosom, as mine,
Let it be mutual, this that I crave,
Her 'yes' for a valentine.
Oh, frail little missive,
In coy Cupid's keeping,
Oh! speed back a message,
To set my pulse leaping.
Published in Gleanings of Quiet Hours, 1907