“Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
And warble forth, ye virgins nine,
Some music to my Valentine.
“Her bosom is love's paradise,
There is no heav'n but in her eyes;
She's chaster than the turtle-dove,
And fairer than the queen of love:
Yet all perfections do combine
To beautifie my Valentine.
“She's Nature's choicest cabinet,
Where honour, beauty, worth and wit
Are all united in her breast.
The graces claim an interest:
All virtues that are most divine
Shine clearest in my Valentine.”
To His Fairest Valentine, Mrs. A.l.
Richard Lovelace
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Poem topics: beauty, music, nature, united, claim, dove, paradise, queen, pretty, shine, divine, worth, love, I love you, valentine, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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