And, by a word restored, live.
A. Quiller-Couch.
HER VALENTINE
WHAT, send her a valentine? Never!
I see you don’t know who “she” is.
I should ruin my chances forever;
My hopes would collapse with a fizz.
I can’t see why she scents such disaster
When I take heart to venture a word;
I’ve no dream of becoming her master,