Patron of hearts and darts and smarts
(Which, I suspect, you stole
From Cupid, when the Pagan arts--
Which only edified in parts--
Took on an aureole),
And patron of the robins, who
Select your day to mate
(An act, from any point of view,
Considering what March can do,
Rash and precipitate),
We seek no boon for any friend
(Or lover, if you like);
We only ask that you will send,
If saintly powers so far extend,
On day without its strike.
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