 | Poems by George P. Morris |  |
LISETTE.
When Love in myrtle shades reposed,
His bow and darts behind him slung;
As dewey twilight round him closed,
Lisette these numbers sung:
“O Love! thy sylvan bower
I'll fly while I 've the power;
Thy primrose way leads maids where they
Love, honor, and obey!”
His bow and darts behind him slung;
As dewey twilight round him closed,
Lisette these numbers sung:
“O Love! thy sylvan bower
I'll fly while I 've the power;
Thy primrose way leads maids where they
Love, honor, and obey!”
“Escape,” the boy-god said, “is vain,”
And shook the diamonds from his wings:
“I'll bind thee captive in my train,
Fairest of earthly things!”
“Go, saucy archer, go!
I freedom's value know:
Begone, I pray—to none I'll say
Love, honor, and obey!”
And shook the diamonds from his wings:
“I'll bind thee captive in my train,
Fairest of earthly things!”
“Go, saucy archer, go!
I freedom's value know:
Begone, I pray—to none I'll say
Love, honor, and obey!”
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“Speed, arrow, to thy mark!” he cried—
Swift as a ray of light it flew!
Love spread his purple pinions wide,
And faded from her view!
Joy filled that maiden's eyes—
Twin load-stars from the skies!—
And one bright day her lips did say,
“Love, honor, and obey!”
Swift as a ray of light it flew!
Love spread his purple pinions wide,
And faded from her view!
Joy filled that maiden's eyes—
Twin load-stars from the skies!—
And one bright day her lips did say,
“Love, honor, and obey!”
| Poems by George P. Morris | |