ST. VALENTINE'S EVE.
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A dear little name I placed under my pillow On St. Valentine's eve, just to work out a charm, For 'twas said if I dreamed of the maiden who owned it, I should wed her as certain as sunshine is warm: And lo! in my sleep, a sweet vision came o'er me: A fair-featured maiden—and beauteous as fair— In attitude graceful stood smiling before me, With eyes dark and lustrous, and brown flowing hair: Her hand I took hold of, and gently endeavoured The rosiest of rose-coloured lips to impress; I whispered her name—and the vision departed: The name that I whispered was—No: you must guess!