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What’s an old letter but a rocket dark—

Once fired i’ the air and left without a spark

Of that which once, a fiery life within it,

Shot up to heaven, and faded in a minute?

But by the powdery smell and stick corroded,

You guess—how noisily it once exploded!

Cupid’s Postbag=.