*ODE TO MY VALENTINE
Henceforth come glorious Nun
Pensive coquette of a crime gone
–that Lithe-carried sin of Yesterday
Now dead –even at the struck of Today 4
Hence with thy unrivall’d wonted state
Which in full stimulating skate
–windy suggestive of the Eastern Gate,
To rest me in a remorseful quake 8
Hurry, abandon thy accustom’d Peignoir
For the Lark atop the prognostic Larkspur
Is singing the Old amatory tune
–the salient harbinger song of Fortune 12
Singing:Hark, hark
The clarion call to obey
The festive mood of Valentine’s Day 15
Singing: Hark, hark
For the outing of Ethiop’s Memmon
Who’s come without a Friar’s Lanthorn 18
Singing: Love is armed with Orpheus’ Lyre
Heralding the Heaven’s youngest cramm’d Star
Outa the Cynthian Cimmerian Crest
–guiding the estranged thro’ the Celestial Rest 22
Hasten up, with good-nurtured flame
To Flora’s Eden of fame
Where counsel sought is lent
Of the flower best in scent 26
Hasten up my Sunshine
Let’s make the Time fine
Or better plea the glorious Divine
To make the Hour mine 30
Hie to high Fortune
On Equine’s back commune
Steer’d by the aged birdie voice
To me thy Eglantine choice 34
Hie, snug-in to Hymen’s Hammock
Cherish my happy stentorian rock
Revolving from the aged Deck
Sounds true to the Ritual’s Rebeck 38
What is this on thy cute cuticles,
If it’s not edging my ravenous angles;
Who is it looking this gay,
If it’s not for Love’s day? 42
