Explore "Her Valentine" by James Whitcomb Riley on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Somebody's sent a funny little valentine to me. / It's a bunch of baby-roses in a vase of filigree, / And hovering above them -- just as cute as he can be -- / Is a fairy Cupid tangled in a scarf of poetry.
And the prankish little fellow looks so knowing in his glee, / With his golden bow and arrow, aiming most unerringly / At a pair of hearts so labeled that I may read and see / That one is meant for "One Who Loves," and one is meant for me.
But I know the lad who sent it! It's as plain as A-B-C! -- / For the roses they are _blushing_, and the vase stands _awkwardly_, / And the little god above it -- though as cute as he can be -- / Can not breathe the lightest whisper of his burning love for me.