My patron saint, St. Valentine,
Why dost thou leave me to repine,
Still supplicating at her shrine?
But bid her eyes to me incline,
I‘ ll ask no other sun to shine,
More rich than is Golconda's mine.
Range all that Woman, Song, or Wine
Can give; Wealth, Power, and Fame combine;
For her I‘ d gladly all resign.
Take all the pearls are in the brine,
Sift heaven for stars, earth's flowers entwine,
But be her heart my Valentine.