O for the silver foil winged cupids, frail With arrows on the string, and shooting thence At blood-red hearts! Erst wont to trick out hence My pages thus, I miss them now! In pale Excuse, where is the box of hearts t'avail Our foolish dreams of romance? Ah, fr'intents How I wish to lay candy hearts out, whence I'll trade their speeches with you like's sweet bail. These whitish racks which put the light as twere Out til day is a fragile thing--I do Not mind their surly cast. No choclate to Assuage fond, erm, desires, no. I in poor 'Scuse yearn for childish candies wont to stir My heart with dreams crashed every year now too.
14Feb19a
Dunno why it struck me this Valentines Day that those New England Confectionary Company candied hearts were all I wanted, but there you have it.