St Valentines Day

The South is a dream of flowers   With a jewel for sky and sea,

Rose-crowns for the dancing hours,   Gold fruits upon every tree;

But cold from the North The wind blows forth   That blows my love to me.

The stars in the South are gold   Like lamps between sky and sea;

The flowers that the forests hold.   Like stars between tree and tree;

But little and white Is the pale moon's light   That lights my love to me.

In the South the orange grove   Makes dusk by the dusky sea,

White palaces wrought for love   Gleam white between tree and tree,

But under bare boughs Is the little house   Warm-lit for my love and me.