Love's Merchandise
"All accessories of a heart for sale"
The gaily painted shop-sign's tale
"Wholesome tears, a rosy veil
To tune your heart for your own aid."
In walked a girl with timid eye,
A low bowed head, so scared, so shy.
She said," An armour of iron need I
For fooled I was by Mind and Eye."
"Oh", said the gentle lady of the shop,
"So sad you look and how you mope!
The world's been fair to you, I hope,
But why ask you for an armour maid?"
"My heart", the sobbing young lass said,
"He crushed my heart like roses red.
No wound of heart throbs long they'd said,
How wrong they were, those voices dead!"
