A VALENTINE
By Eugene Field
From A Little Book of Tribune Verse

Oh, Princess, what shall I bring
To offer before thy throne?
For I know of no joyous thing
That is not already thine own.

Youth and beauty and love,
Desirest thou more than these?
Lo, from the skies above
And from far-away mystical seas,

All things radiant and rare,
All things tender and sweet,
Hasten, O Princess fair,
To fall in delight at thy feet.

So, Princess, what shall I bring,
When low I bend at thy throne?
"My heart for and offering,"
E'en that has been long thine own.