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THE ROMANCE OF A GLOVE, by            
First Line: Here on my desk it lies
Last Line: This my romance is.
Subject(s): Gloves; Man-woman Relationships; Past; Romance; Mittens; Muffs; Male-female Relations

HERE on my desk it lies,
Here as the daylight dies,
One small glove just her size—
Six and a quarter;
Pearly gray, a colour neat,
Deux boutons all complete,
Faint scented, soft and sweet;
Could glove be smarter?

Can I the day forget,
Years ago, when the pet
Gave it me?—where we met
Still I remember;
Then 'twas the summer time;
Now as I write this rhyme
Children love pantomime—
'Tis December.

Fancy my boyish bliss
Then when she gave me this,
And how the frequent kiss
Crumpled its fingers;
Then she was fair and kind,
Now, when I've changed my mind,
Still some scent undefined
On the glove lingers.

Though she's a matron sage,
Yet I have kept the gage;
While, as I pen this page,
Still comes a goddess,
Her eldest daughter, fair,
With the same eyes and hair;
Happy the arm I swear,
That clasps her bodice.

Heaven grant her fate be bright,
And her step ever light
As it will be to-night,
First in the dances.
Why did her mother prove
False when I dared to love?
Zounds! I shall burn the glove!
This my romance is.

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