I Believe In Love
This is a poem about superstitions connected with the months and days of marrying from a book dated 1892. It was pasted in probably from a newspaper. I thought you might like it. So here it is.
Marry when the year is new,
Always loving, kind, and true.
When February birds do mate,
You may wed, nor dread your fate.
If you wed when March winds blow,
Joy and sorrow both you'll know.
Marry in April when you can,
Joy for maiden and for man.
Marry in the month of May,
You will surely rue the day.
Marry when June roses blow,
Over land and sea you'll go.
They who in July do wed,
Must labor for their daily bread.
Whoever wed in August be
Many changes are sure to see.
Marry in September's shine,
Your living will be rich and fine.
If in October you do marry,
Love will come, but riches tarry.
If you wed in Bleak November,
Only joy will come, remember.
When December's snows fall fast,
Marry and true love will last.
(Now I know what month
I shall want to marry in!)
Marry when the year is new,
Always loving, kind, and true.
When February birds do mate,
You may wed, nor dread your fate.
If you wed when March winds blow,
Joy and sorrow both you'll know.
Marry in April when you can,
Joy for maiden and for man.
Marry in the month of May,
You will surely rue the day.
Marry when June roses blow,
Over land and sea you'll go.
They who in July do wed,
Must labor for their daily bread.
Whoever wed in August be
Many changes are sure to see.
Marry in September's shine,
Your living will be rich and fine.
If in October you do marry,
Love will come, but riches tarry.
If you wed in Bleak November,
Only joy will come, remember.
When December's snows fall fast,
Marry and true love will last.
(Now I know what month
I shall want to marry in!)
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