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Go, Valentine
(1774 - 1843 / Bristol / England)

Go, Valentine

Poem By Robert Southey

Go, Valentine, and tell that lovely maid
Whom fancy still will portray to my sight,
How here I linger in this sullen shade,
This dreary gloom of dull monastic night;
Say, that every joy of life remote
At evening's closing hour I quit the throng,
Listening in solitude the ring-dome's note,
Who pours like me her solitary song;
Say, that of her absence calls the sorrowing sigh;
Say, that of all her charms I love to speak,
In fancy feel the magic of her eye,
In fancy view the smile illume her cheek,
Court the lone hour when silence stills the grove,
And heave the sigh of memory and of love.

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Comments (11)

It is a nice poem. Good selection.
As I was reading this piece of Robert Southey's sonnet, an English poet who lived during 1774-1843, I was wondering how the thoughts of a valentine were nurtured in the heart then, as against now! A marvelous poem that gets 10/10 from me.
Ans heave the sigh of memory and love. Marvelous conceptualization has made this poem marvelous and a pleasure to read.
In the era of this poet, the young man did not dare to speak to the young girl himself.He philosophized about her, but in the end he did not know her yet, and even not introduced yet to the girl. What a time! The poet's sonnet has proven that. Very nice sonnet, bit mysterious and exciting of course. CONGRATS as The Classic Poem Of The Day!
A great sonnet of love