Dear youth, thy form I lately viewed,
(Whilst wrapt in sleep I lay,)
Beside my couch you bending stood,
Love’s fondest vows to pay,
I woke—you vanished from my view,—
But tell me,—will my dream come true?
Since I saw you at the ball,
I’m sure my peace is flown;
At night I get no rest at all,
My dreams are you alone.
You was my partner; and I wish
To be the same for life,
Content along with you to pair,
A kind obedient wife.
Then say, dear sir, if you incline
To take me for a Valentine.
The greatest bliss that I can know,
The greatest joy Heaven can bestow,
Will be when Hymen, god divine!
Unites me to my Valentine.
A ⟨Valentine⟩ (illegible text)
And think if (illegible text) receiv’d,
Yet, could it be indeed (illegible text)
You’d send a Valentine?
If ’twas for mere amusement’s sake,
You practis’d every line;
Why then, in dudgeon I must take
Your wicked Valentine.
If love did expectations raise,
To kneel in Hymen’s shrine;
I must consider, then, your lays,
A pretty Valentine.
