Poem by Madison Julius Cawein

A Valentine

My life is grown a witchcraft place
Through gazing on thy form and face.

Now 't is thy Smile's soft sorcery
That makes my soul a melody.

Now 't is thy Frown, that comes and goes,
That makes my heart a page of prose.

Some day, perhaps, a word of thine
Will change me to thy VALENTINE.

1. In the Mountains
2. The Iron Cross
3. Above the Vales
4. Zero
5. Communicants

Henry Livingston A Valentine ("WELLCOME, wellcome, happy day")

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