Songbirds stir to sing sweet hymns of love

As if they knew the Day of Hearts was here,

And pour their ardor out from boughs above

To lift up hearts and coax a happy tear.

The weight of winter, heavy on the land

Belies the mirth now rising from the trees,

Melodic minstrel choirs both meek and grand

Waft choruses that warble on the breeze;

And zephyrs softer than the breaths of spring

Hearken to that gay oratorio,

Borne through the wood by songsters on the wing

Who seek those pleasured places lovers know;

And heart chords tuned by Valentine this day

Resounds in songs all loving hearts convey.