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.