"A Valentine"Though I have loved you well,
I ween,
And you, too, fancied me,
Your heart hath too divided been A constant heart to be.
And like the gay and youthful knight,
Who loved and rode away,
Your fleeting fancy takes a flight With every fleeting day.
So let it be as you propose,
Tho' hard the struggle be;'Tis fitter far — that goodness knows! — Since we cannot agree.
Let's quarrel once for all, my sweet,
Forget the past — and thenI'll kiss each pretty girl I meet,
While you'll flirt with the men.
