 | Song in September |  |
72
CUPID'S ARROW
Once I called him till he woke
From his dreamy resting
Underneath the giant oak
Where he stayed his questing:
Better had I flung my heart
In the June-bright river
Than have bared it for a dart
Out of such a quiver!
From his dreamy resting
Underneath the giant oak
Where he stayed his questing:
Better had I flung my heart
In the June-bright river
Than have bared it for a dart
Out of such a quiver!
Many years away have run
Since the Archer shot me,
Half in passion, half in fun,
Wounded and forgot me.
Safely now he falls asleep
Where my hands could take him;
For the arrow went so deep
That I dare not wake him.
Since the Archer shot me,
Half in passion, half in fun,
Wounded and forgot me.
Safely now he falls asleep
Where my hands could take him;
For the arrow went so deep
That I dare not wake him.
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