Here you will find the Poem The Valentine Wreath of poet James Montgomery
Rosy red the hills appear With the light of morning, Beauteous clouds, in aether clear, All the east adorning; White through the mist the meadows shine Wake, my love, my Valentine! For thy locks of raven hue, Flowers of hoar-frost pearly, Crocus-cups of gold and blue, Snow-drops drooping early, With Mezereon sprigs combine Rise, my love, my Valentine! O'er the margin of the flood, Pluck the daisy peeping; Through the covert of the wood, Hunt the sorrel creeping; With the little celandine Crown my love, my Valentine. Pansies, on their lowly stems Scatter'd o'er the fallows; Hazel-buds with crimson gems, Green and glossy sallows; Tufted moss and ivy-twine, Deck my love, my Valentine. Few and simple flow'rets these; Yet, to me, less glorious Garden-beds and orchard-trees! Since this wreath victorious Binds you now for ever mine, O my Love, my Valentine.
