CUPID SLAIN
I come from a burial;
Hush! let me be:
I have put away my love,
Fair exceedingly.
Ah! the little gold curls
Soft about his face;
Now my heart is sorrowful
For his sleeping-place.
But he would pursue me,
Never let me rest;
Till I turned and slew him,
Knowing it were best.
Laid his bow beside him,
Shovelled in the clay;
To-morrow I’ll forget him;
Let me weep to-day.
WHAT WILL YOU GIVE?
What will you give me, if I will wed?
“A golden gown
To come sweetly down,
And deck you from foot to head.”
How will you keep me, if I am cold?
“By a heart so warm,
The bravest storm
Dare not force through my strong hands’ hold.”
How will you please me, if I should thirst?
“Why by the rape
Of the purple grape,
Which the summer and sun have nursed.”
If I should hunger what may I eat?
“For you the skies
The falcon flies,
And the hounds on the stag are fleet.”