Valentines From A Commercial Lover

If I were but a syndicate,
    And love were merchandise,
I'd buy it at the market rate,
    And hold it for a rise.

And should the price of all this love
    Bound upward like a ball,
And reach 1000 or above,
    Still you should have it all.

Arthur Macy

Arthur Macy was an American poet known for his contributions during the 19th century. Born on June 6, 1842, he became widely recognized for his poignant and evocative verses, which often reflected themes of nature and human emotion. His poetry gained considerable respect and admiration during his lifetime. He passed away on June 1, 1904.

Arthur Macy

The Book Hunter

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The Rollicking Mastodon

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At Marliave's

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Here And There

Arthur Macy, Simple Poetry

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Valentines From A Hyperbolist

Take all the love that e'er was told
    Since first the world began,
Increase it twenty thousand-fold
    (If mathematics can),
Add all the love the world shall see
    Till Gabriel's final call,
And when compared with mine 'twill be
    Infinitesimal.

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Valentines From An Inconstant-Constant

(After Henri Murger)

Though I love many maidens fair
As fondly as a heart may dare,
Yet still are you the only one
True goddess of my pantheon.

And though my life is like a song,
Each maid a stanza, clear and strong,
Yet always I return again
To you who are the sweet refrain.

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Valentines From A Bibliophile

Lyke some choise booke thou arte toe mee,
Bound all so daintilie;
And 'neath the covers faire
Are contents true and rare.
Ne wolde I looke
Ne reade inne any other booke
If I belyke could find therein the charte
And indice to thy hearte.
The Great Wise Authour made but one
Of this edition, then was don;
And were this onlie copie mine,
Then wolde I write therein, "My Valentyne."

Arthur Macy

Economy [A Valentine]

I send,
O sweetest friend,
A kiss;
Such as fair ladies gave
Of old, when knights were brave,
And smiles were won
Through foes undone.
And this will be
For you to give again to me;
And then, its present errand o'er,
I'll give it unto you once more,
Ere briefest time elapse,
With interest, perhaps.
Its mission spent,
Again to me it may be lent.
And thus, day after day,
As we a simple law obey,
Forever, to and fro,
The selfsame kiss will go;
A busy shuttle that shall weave
A web of love, to soften and relieve
Our daily care.
And so,
As thus we share,
With lip to lip,
Our frugal partnership,
One kiss will always do
For two.
And, oh, how easy it will be
To practice this economy!

Arthur Macy

Were All The World Like You

Were all the world like you, my dear,
    Were all the world like you,
Oh, there'd be darts in all our hearts
    From sunset to the dew.
For life would be Love's jubilee
    Where all were two and two,
And lovers' rhyme the only crime,
    Were all the world like you, my dear,
    Were all the world like you.

Were all the world like you, my dear,
    Were all the world like you,
There'd be no pain nor clouds nor rain,
    No kisses overdue;
But sweetest sighs and pleading eyes,
    Where Cupid's arrow flew,
And lovers' rhyme the only crime,
    Were all the world like you, my dear,
    Were all the world like you.

Arthur Macy

A Valentine [From A Very Little Boy To A Very Little Girl]

This is a valentine for you.
    Mother made it. She's real smart,
I told her that I loved you true
    And you were my sweetheart.

And then she smiled, and then she winked,
    And then she said to father,
"Beginning young!" and then he thinked,
    And then he said, "Well, rather."

Then mother's eyes began to shine,
And then she made this valentine:
"If you love me as I love you,
No knife shall cut our love in two,"
And father laughed and said, "How new!"
And then he said, "It's time for bed."

So, when I'd said my prayers,
Mother came running up the stairs
And told me I might send the rhymes,
And then she kissed me lots of times.
Then I turned over to the wall
And cried about you, and - that's all.

Arthur Macy