Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1921/The Purchase

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THE PURCHASE
Once, on a gold May morning, As I walked through a town,I met a Merchant crying, "One white, one purple gown!"
He stopped me, swift demanding, "Which will you have of me?This white—is yours for nothing! This purple—thalers three!"
"I'll take from you, Old Merchant, The gown for which I pay!"I gayly donned the garment And went my careless way!
The skies grew dark and darker; A fog brought mystery;Beside me stalked black shadows That pecked the heart of me!
I sought the wary Merchant; He gave me but one look:"Hope's robe was yours for nothing! Despair's was what you took!"
The ConservativeWinifred Virginia Jackson
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