THE TRIUMPH OF CUPID
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He came in busy hours— My holidays are few— He brought the scent of flowers, And whispered, dear, of you. I vowed that I would flay him, And scourge him out of sight; Nay more, I vowed to slay him, The mischief-making sprite. I gave him caustic chiding, Let fly a poisoned dart. Presto! the lad was hiding Safely within my heart! There all day long he chatters Of some one’s charm and grace; Till nothing really matters Except to see your face. I would I had not chidden, Nor tried the sprite to kill; For in my heart safe hidden, He works his wayward will. Geraldine Meyrick.
