When did that mischievous person's writing stop; he did not let the bundle of her beauty fly.

This profound couplet speaks to the lingering, unforgettable nature of a beloved's charm. The poet asks, 'When did the mischievous one's writing (or memory) depart?' The answer is a powerful denial: it never let the bundle of its magic fly away. It suggests that the impact of the beloved is so deep, so interwoven into the soul, that it feels permanent, like a memory that refuses to fade.