Poems (Tynan)/St. Valentine
THE WIND IN THE TREES
ST. VALENTINE
The West Wind blew so sweet and cold, The country wind and dear, From fields and woods and gardens old In the morning of the year. The pleasant sparrows, rooks, and daws Drank up that wind like wine, And hailed the day with loud applause And chatterings gay and fine, Because It was St. Valentine.
The larks were fleeting near the earth, And fluttering high and low; The blackbird joined his golden mirth To Spring's triumphal show. The thrush was gathering twigs and straws All day in that sweet shine, And feathers from the briars and haws Some bed of love to line, Because It was St. Valentine.