It seems to me, had I been there,
I'd clasped it tight--now wouldn't you?
And May's red lips seemed to invite
Sweet kisses, but so bold a flight
He thought--yet wondered if she'd care--
Would never do.
It seems to me, had I been there,
I would have kissed her--now wouldn't you?
GEORGE G. GILLETTE.
_Williams Literary Monthly._
~Cupid's Blunder.~
Poor Cupid froze his wings one day,
When winds were cold and skies were gray,
And clouds with snow were laden.
A little maid was passing by;
She caught the rogue,--he could not fly,--
O naughty little maiden!
She sent him off with sharpen'd dart,
To steal for her a certain heart;
But, oh, the mishap stupid!
Since Cupid's blind, and cannot see.
He went astray, and came to me.
O naughty little Cupid!
So that is why my heart is gone,
And I am dreary and forlorn,
With tears my eyes are laden.
She does not want my heart--ah, no!
I did not wish to have it go;
O Cupid, and O maiden!
GERTRUDE JONES.
_Wellesley Magazine._
~As Toll.~
Lovely Mabel, were you dreaming?
Glad the day you said to me,
Dancing eyes so brightly beaming,
"Give my love to dear Marie!"
What a strange exhilaration
To be bearer of your heart,
What a wonderful temptation
For a part.
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