<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360826" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Valentine--To Lizzie Siddal</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">YESTERDAY was St. Valentine. <br>Thought you at all, dear dove divine, <br>Upon the beard in sorry trim <br>And rueful countenance of him, <br>That Orson who's your Valentine?<br>He daubed, you know, as usual. <br>The stick would slip, the brush would fall: <br>Yet daubed he till the lamplighter <br>Set those two seedy flames astir; <br>But growled all day at slow St. Paul.<br>The bore was heard ere noon; the dun <br>Was at the door by half—past one: <br>At least 'tis thought so, but the clock—<br>No Lizzy there to help its stroke—<br>Struck work before the day begun.<br>At length he saw St. Paul's bright orb <br>Flash back—the serried tide absorb <br>That burning West which it sucked up, <br>Like wine poured in a water cup;— <br>And one more twilight toned his daub.<br>Some time over the fire he sat, <br>So lonely that he missed his cat; <br>Then wildly rushed to dine on tick,— <br>Nine minutes swearing for his stick, <br>And thirteen minutes for his hat.<br>And now another day is gone: <br>Once more that intellectual one <br>Desists from high—minded pursuits, <br>And hungry, staring at his boots, <br>Has not the strength to pull them on.<br>Come back, dear Liz, and looking wise <br>In that arm—chair which suits your size <br>Through some fresh drawing scrape a hole. <br>Your Valentine & Orson's soul <br>Is sad for those two friendly eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dante+Gabriel+Rossetti">Dante Gabriel Rossetti</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360826" data-title="Valentine--To Lizzie Siddal de Dante Gabriel Rossetti" data-description="YESTERDAY was St. Valentine. Thought you at all, dear dove divine, Upon the beard in sorry trim And rueful countenance of him, That Orson who's your Valentine? He daubed, you know, as usual. The stick would slip, the brush would fall: Yet da..."></div> </div> </div>

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