A Valentine
For
her
this
rhyme
is
penned,
whose
luminous
eyes,
Brightly
expressive
as
the
twins
of
Leda,
Shall
find
her
own
sweet
name,
that
nestling
lies
Upon
the
page,
enwrapped
from
every
reader.
Search
narrowly
the
lines!-
they
hold
a
treasure
Divine-
a
talisman-
an
amulet
That
must
be
worn
at
heart.
Search
well
the
measure-
The
words-
the
syllables!
Do
not
forget
The
trivialest
point,
or
you
may
lose
your
labor
And
yet
there
is
in
this
no
Gordian
knot
Which
one
might
not
undo
without
a
sabre,
If
one
could
merely
comprehend
the
plot.
Enwritten
upon
the
leaf
where
now
are
peering
Eyes
scintillating
soul,
there
lie
perdus
Three
eloquent
words
oft
uttered
in
the
hearing
Of
poets,
by
poets-
as
the
name
is
a
poet's,
too,
Its
letters,
although
naturally
lying
Like
the
knight
Pinto-
Mendez
Ferdinando-
Still
form
a
synonym
for
Truth-
Cease
trying!
You
will
not
read
the
riddle,
though
you
do
the
best
you
can
do.
