{"id":535,"date":"2010-06-07T02:17:02","date_gmt":"2010-06-07T02:17:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=535"},"modified":"2010-06-07T02:17:02","modified_gmt":"2010-06-07T02:17:02","slug":"a-valentine-by-lewis-carroll","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/a-valentine-by-lewis-carroll\/","title":{"rendered":"A VALENTINE by Lewis Carroll"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a><\/h2>\n

A VALENTINE<\/h2>\n

by Lewis Carroll<\/em><\/p>\n

And cannot pleasures, while they last,
\nBe actual unless, when past,
\nThey leave us shuddering and aghast,
\nWith anguish smarting?
\nAnd cannot friends be firm and fast,
\nAnd yet bear parting?<\/p>\n

And must I then, at Friendship?s call,
\nCalmly resign the little all
\n(Trifling, I grant, it is and small)
\nI have of gladness,
\nAnd lend my being to the thrall
\nOf gloom and sadness?<\/p>\n

And think you that I should be dumb,
\nAnd full dolorum omnium,
\nExcepting when you choose to come
\nAnd share my dinner?
\nAt other times be sour and glum
\nAnd daily thinner?<\/p>\n

Must he then only live to weep,
\nWho?d prove his friendship true and deep
\nBy day a lonely shadow creep,
\nAt night-time languish,
\nOft raising in his broken sleep
\nThe moan of anguish?<\/p>\n

The lover, if for certain days
\nHis fair one be denied his gaze,
\nSinks not in grief and wild amaze,
\nBut, wiser wooer,
\nHe spends the time in writing lays,
\nAnd posts them to her.<\/p>\n

And if the verse flow free and fast,
\nTill even the poet is aghast,
\nA touching Valentine at last
\nThe post shall carry,
\nWhen thirteen days are gone and past
\nOf February.<\/p>\n

Farewell, dear friend, and when we meet,
\nIn desert waste or crowded street,
\nPerhaps before this week shall fleet,
\nPerhaps to-morrow.
\nI trust to find your heart the seat
\nOf wasting sorrow.
\nSent to a friend who had complained that I was glad enough to see him when he came, but didn?t seem to miss him if he stayed away.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A VALENTINE by Lewis Carroll And cannot pleasures, while they last, Be actual unless, when past, They leave us shuddering and aghast, With anguish smarting? And cannot friends be firm and fast, And yet bear parting? And must I then, at Friendship?s call, Calmly resign the little all (Trifling, I grant, it is and small)…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,35],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-535","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1800s","category-lewis"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t