But ah! Love's ears are keen as are
The ears of shy, pool-haunting hind,
And when she closed her bosom's bar
She found the god was there enshrined;
I heard a maid with her guitar
Who played, like Orpheus, to the wind.
Clinton Scollard.
VALENTINE.
Awake, awake, O gracious heart,
There's some one knocking at the door;
The chilling breezes make him smart;
His little feet are tired and sore.
Arise, and welcome him before
Adown his cheeks the big tears start:
Awake, awake, O gracious heart,
There's some one knocking at the door.
'Tis Cupid come with loving art
To honour, worship, and implore;
And lest, unwelcomed, he depart
With all his wise mysterious lore,
Awake, awake, O gracious heart,
There's some one knocking at the door!
Frank Dempster Sherman.
LOVE'S CAPTIVE.
I hide her in my heart, my May,
And keep my darling captive there!
But not because she'd fly away
To seek for liberty elsewhere,
For love is ever free as air!
And as with me her love will stay,
I hide her in my heart, my May,
And keep my darling captive there.