In strong arms' clasp what can there be
To thrill the heart in fancy free
And leave behind
A joy that is akin to pain,
A longing to be held again
By arms entwined?
[Enter Cupid during last words.]
Cupid—
Good morning to you all, a fairy ring
Delights my heart; I'll wait and hear you sing.
Virginia—
We're glad you're back, you should avoid the snows
Dear careless boy; some day you'll freeze your toes.
[Cupid fitting arrow to his bow—]
Virginia—
No, don't you shoot your arrow; 'tisn't fair!
You've learned too much already, spare oh spare
My heart from further pain you cruel boy;
What balm have you for wounds that peace destroy?
Cupid—
Forbid the thought of Cupid causing pain;
Nought else I seek but bringing joy again.
I have a secret message to unfold
To you, the sweetest lover ever told.
I'll whisper softly in your dainty ear,
So soft that even fairies will not hear.
[Cupid whispers his message.]
Virginia—
Oh Cupid! (C.) How you blush, your burning cheek
Tells plainer still than even lips can speak
Of tenderness for Paolo that glows
Within your heart, and now quite overflows.
Blushing