Surely I “ought to have known”—
“Sir Cupid”—and—“Three are too many,”
She’d walk with me, if alone!
So, lost in the maze of the roses,
Forever she flitted before;
And I said, with a sigh, to Sir Cupid:
“I’ll follow the truant no more!”
The next time I drew near to the roses,
I listened; I heard a faint stir,
And when I looked into the garden