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A GAME OF CHESS by ROBERT PORTER ST. JOHN

First Line: WE PLAYED AT CHESS ONE WINTRY NIGHT
Last Line: WE PLAYED AT CHESS.
Subject(s): CHESS;

WE played at chess one wintry night
Beside the fire, that warm and bright
Was mirrored in her hazel eyes;
Methought a gleam from Paradise
Outshone the back-log's flickering light.

The hand that took my queen was white,
I trembled at its gentle might;
Nor sweeter game could Love devise --
We played at chess.

I scarce could see to play aright,
I took a pawn and lost a knight,
And then she gazed with mild surprise --
She said I was not shrewd nor wise;
And yet, to me, with strange delight
We played at chess.



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