Cupid Sleeping
Through a shady forest going,
Found we Cupid all alone,
And his cheeks, so smoothly glowing,
Like to golden apples shone.
He had not his quiver by him,
Nor his bow well-bent and strung;
But we soon espied them nigh him,
'Midst the leafy branches hung.
Chains of sleep his limbs encumbered,
While among the flowers he lay;
Smiling, even when he slumbered,
In his cruel, roguish way.
Swarms of tawny bees came flying
All about his waxen lip —
Often thus one sees them trying
Flowers that with honey drip.
Found we Cupid all alone,
And his cheeks, so smoothly glowing,
Like to golden apples shone.
He had not his quiver by him,
Nor his bow well-bent and strung;
But we soon espied them nigh him,
'Midst the leafy branches hung.
Chains of sleep his limbs encumbered,
While among the flowers he lay;
Smiling, even when he slumbered,
In his cruel, roguish way.
Swarms of tawny bees came flying
All about his waxen lip —
Often thus one sees them trying
Flowers that with honey drip.
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