February

Come February, we wait for you,

     Of all the months severest;

With your winds so wild, and your snow-drifts piled

     By your fitful moods the queerest.

We welcome you for the joys you bring,

     E’en though you are fierce and frantic,

For to hearts that beat to a rhythm sweet

     You are at least romantic.

For with you comes Valentine Girl,

     A dainty and pensive creature;

With a posture fine, and a face divine,

     With grace in her every feature.

Come February, we wait for you,

     Tho’ your wintry revels sting us;

Though you’re bleak and chill we welcome you still

     For the measureless joy you bring us.

Jan. 12, 1901