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Strike a bargain. Is it bought?

Let me know.”

Be it so.

I remember, long ago,

Cupid’s dart

Struck my heart;

Cupid caught me unaware;

On the landing of a stair,

Strung his bow.

And I’m still acutely feeling

(For the wound is never-healing)

All the smart

Of the blow.

And a maiden fresh and fair,

Sitting yonder in the chair,

Saw him do it:

Held me by her eyes and hair—

By the magic of her air—

Held me there

While he drew it.

Now you know,

Pay for hearing!—Only this:

But a penny!

Take it back, and give—a kiss.

One of many. J. F. F.