An Answer to a Valentine

by Julia Dorr

My true love sent me a valentine 
All on a winter's day, 
And suddenly the cold gray skies 
Grew soft and warm as May! 
The snowflakes changed to apple blooms, 
A pink- white fluttering crowd, 
And on the swaying maple boughs 
The robins sang aloud. 
For moaning wintry winds, I heard 
The music sweet and low 
Of morning-glory trumpets 
Through which the soft airs blow. 
O love of mine, my Valentine! 
This is no winter day — 
For Love rules all the calendars, 
And Love knows only May!







Today is the birthday of the heartfelt American poet and writer - known as Rutland's poet and Vermont's unofficial poet laureate - Julia Dorr, born on this day, February 13, 1825.

As a girl, her pseudonym was Flora or Florillla.

The poet William Cullen Bryant once read one of her poems and wrote to tell her how much he loved the beauty of its imagery. And Ralph Waldo Emerson visited her and included one of her poems - called Outgrown - in his book called Parnassus.

As you read her poems, imagine Julia Dorr writing in her little study next to the parlor. She had a window by her desk that overlooked her flower garden, which she called "her refuge and inspiration."

As featured on
The Daily Gardener podcast:

Words inspired by the garden are the sweetest, most beautiful words of all.
An Answer to a Valentine

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