But consider the times and the seasons—how many!

When a purse—something in it—will save you from fuss.

When you're posting a letter (to me), or a penny

You may want for a paper, a tram, or a 'bus.

When you've done with the purse, as you carefully lock it,

And look with all proper precaution to see

That the gold is still there, as it goes in your pocket,

Let a thought or two, sweetheart, come straying to me.

I've explained as I could. Do you still go on sighing

For the commoner Valentine—tinsel and gauze,

With the pictures of wonderful cherubim flying

In a reckless defiance of natural laws?

If you do—well, forgive me. Don't think me unkind. You

Know I'd not treat yourself in so heartless a style,

And so let this gift, as you use it, remind you

Of one whom you won, my dear, outright, with your smile.