<poe's "a valentine"> 2003-10-25.1:18 p.m. A Valentine Edgar Allan Poe For�her�this�rhyme�is�penned,�whose�luminous�eyes, ����Brightly�expressive�as�the�twins�of�Loeda, Shall�find�her�own�sweet�name,�that,�nestling�lies ����Upon�the�page,�enwrapped�from�every�reader. Search�narrowly�the�lines!--they�hold�a�treasure ����Divine--a�talisman--an�amulet That�must�be�worn�at�heart.��Search�well�the�measure-- ����The�words--the�syllables!��Do�not�forget The�trivialest�point,�or�you�may�lose�your�labor! ����And�yet�there�is�in�this�no�Gordian�knot Which�one�might�not�undo�without�a�saber, ����If�one�could�merely�comprehend�the�plot. Enwritten�upon�the�leaf�where�now�are�peering ����Eyes��scintillating�soul,�there�lie�perdus Three�eloquent�words�oft�uttered�in�the�hearing ����Of�poets,�by�poets--as�the�name�is�a�poet�s�too. Its�letters,�although�naturally�lying ����Like�the�knight�Pinto--Mendes�Ferdinando-- Still�form�a�synonym�for�Truth.--Cease�trying! ����You�will�not�read�the�riddle,�though�you�do�the�best�you�can�do. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad