To Ictinus

Miss Porden

With a drawing of a heart changing from red in consequence of being pierced by an arrow of colour

Do not refuse to read one line
From your forsaken Valentine
Although you leave me sans relief
A prey to jealousy & grief

Too well my papers edge declares
The influence of my evil stars
Forsaken green my thoughts enclose
While anger in my bosom glows

Now every movement of my soul
Is under jealousy’s control
And here behold my hapless heart
Is turning yellow with his dart

Nor wonder oh too cruel youth
That I in hopeless anguish pine
For while unshaken is my truth
Another is thy Valentine