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THE LOVER S OFFERING, 
Oil! may some spirit seek that heart— 
As beauty roves through rose-beds weeding— 
And root the red flower from its part; 
if or death is bliss to “ Love-lies-bleeding.” 
SlLLERY. 
POPPY_ Consolation. 
O love has been like a Poppy to me, 
Placing my heart in captivity: 
I loved, was refused—love’s a poisonous plant 
When you can’t obtain the dear one you want. 
But Poppies can cure, and Poppies can kill; 
I did not give up, but conquer’d at will, 
And Cupid let fly his conquering dart,— 
The conquest, like Poppies, healed my heart. 
