The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1870-02-14
Poetry
The two Valentines.
A TRICK OF DAN CUPID's.

DIN Cupid sat in his easy -ehat,
Mendiny his pen with a busy gu i1
Twas Valentines r. E' e; r rbvmes TO Viz
a. u, ~ osnded his pen and scrathed his head,
Toen suddenly starting, 'Com IMP he SAID
Ia n doub ful tone, for lie thought he heard
A ran &C the door, but was not quite sure:
n might be the wing OF passing bird
ON the pane, or snap of the furniture
(He had bought 1t cheap at a poets sale
= M poets eHecis are apt to be fraiD;
put tne uoor was opened, and in theie tripped
W "A hta sai Dtlgnt-eyed and rosy Tipped,
VINO san Win prettily pleading whine
SDedr Cnpld, do write me Vaientinc!'
S,y ouRla smilel at the maiden's plea,
A IA w no Is IL Tor, my chIld?" quoth he.
marry, o. course" said the bright-eye ell lass,
AS she sole look In the mante-glass
DO you love tim?" Love him I! of course do;
But never intend to tell him so;
4 is mine to listen, and his to sue
and al rs! he says never a word. know;
Sat IN give him my love in Valentine,
ma leave him to guess If the gut is mine"
Ian Cupid thought for minute Two,
Then over the paper his quick pen few,
~ unnl There, my dear, 40 you think thatll dog"
ne a ked, as he gave her the tiny sheet.
IDOL" cried the lien, "Dear Cupid, its sweet
On. On wha! shall give you you love, tor this?"
,Ihe price, quo b Dan Cupid, ," is just one kiss!
With coy little blush the price was pad,
Aud of TO the post trIpped the happ, maid
II.
Anal" cried Dan, as he SIN acke IN ms htS
And blew kiss from his hnger ap5, ,
go your ways iorsoolh. III PietS ue"i'
Yonr "A 4rr,'S "A craven swain. 'ear,
q Ia
Ear a rat tai tat was heard OIL ce more,
lyho stopping moment to breathe an smile
Ctied. CUPID, good Fellow, I've run mile
own 10 you Pm ymeess ounce:
You must write me valentine at once!
Must i?' quoth cupid. 'rray who are you9"
And whom must this billet be wiiuen TOP"
ION, Hary's my name; but ney yer mind me
For tie Valentine is to KilLy You see.
10 " hat other girl could 1t possibly be pr
An! taen you iove kitIy?" 81 love her more
IN al eer NOR al mai'ien was loyeu before:
but, you see, rather-th4t isl doub
IN si9rt, LOT my lie, can't quite finu out
neither ATT y loves me in return, and so
u, ,s uayeht me cheek to speak out, you know
L III resolved a. lea to offe her mine
IN tie ihcog. sty,e a aleGtlne"
VIM Harry was talking, Y CUPID wrote
Ana iolled a fragrant tinted mole,
iue1 saiu, win d tSnkle in his eve
:, huete the b st can do you now: good bye p,
o ut tne pilcer NO gueroor, I'm sure, is dear"
Qao,n CUPID, well settle the bill next year,"
e "a ~, el9slns me door wi a roguish grace,
he laughed till the tears ran 90 Wn his Iare.
for why? With The single chan se OF name
1hese t~o notes he'd acritten acere lust tile same
"Here's curious riddle!" young Harry cried,
as ne stoed nexC mornlng by Kitly' . side;
i pos ed Valentine yester eve
10 !; MAJ zen know, and, by George, Ireceive
L Is morning a oopy-the very same
- perfect tac-sLni e, save the nameP'
Indeed" cried MISS KITTY. "Oh pray let me see.
n or the peq'y same Thing has h0ppened to me!
lie iooSeu Ia her eyes Iur moments space,
Ana tue blush grew deep on her bright young face
inio what happened next neither YOU nor
nave any particular business 10 Dry;
nut Cupid, sly rogue, is per ectly clear
mat his bill will lie settled before next wear.
Harper's Bazaar.