BY MATHILDE BLIND
Once we played at love together---
...Played it smartly, if you please;
Lightly, as a windblown feather,
...Did we stake a heart apiece.
Oh, it was delicious fooling!
...In the hottest of the game,
Without thought of future cooling,
...All too quickly burned Life's flame.
In this give-and-take of glances,
...Kisses sweet as honey dews,
When we played with equal chances,
...Did you win, or did I lose?
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