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THE MISTRESS's QUESTION.
Where dwells the rosy dimpled boy—
Or in the heart or head?
Is Love a torment or a joy,
When in his chains we're led?
Or in the heart or head?
Is Love a torment or a joy,
When in his chains we're led?
Say, does he dip in sweets his dart?
And is it barb'd with gold?
Or does it venom'd gall impart,
Or blade of iron cold?
And is it barb'd with gold?
Or does it venom'd gall impart,
Or blade of iron cold?
And are its feathers of dove's down,
Or pluck'd from raven's wing?
Say, does the little urchin frown,
Or will he comfort bring?
Or pluck'd from raven's wing?
Say, does the little urchin frown,
Or will he comfort bring?
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