In Cupid's court

by Unknown

AT THE SIGN OF THE BLIND CUPID

When blushing cheeks and downcast eyes

Set all the heart aflame,

When love within a dimple lies

And constancy’s a name,

Since every lass is passing fair,

Cupid must fly and see;

And, lightly flitting here and there,

A wingèd boy is he.

When creeping years steal on apace

And youth and vigor go,

When time with wrinkles marks the face

And strews the hair with snow,

Ah, then no wingèd boy is he;

But strong-limbed and complete,

With blinded eyes that need not see,

Since memory guides his feet.

Walter Learned.