In Cupid's court

by Unknown

O wary elf Cupid, O dimpled, coy Cupid,

Are you lost in the moonbeams, or hid in a rose?

Who saw you, so nimble, slip out of a thimble,

And hang from the loops of a lily-maid’s bows?

Wee, spry little midget, the world’s in a fidget

To snare and then coddle you, mischievous sprite;

Your pranks and mad gambols and primrose-path rambles

’Mid briers and brambles are all my delight.

In ivy-clad bowers you nestle for hours,

And lurk in the flowers that swing in the breeze;