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