Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume II. Love. 1904. | | | | II. Love’s Nature | | Cupid Swallowed | | Leigh Hunt (1784–1859) |
| | Paraphrase from the Greek
T’ OTHER day, as I was twining | |
| Roses for a crown to dine in, | |
| What, of all things, midst the heap, | |
| Should I light on, fast asleep, | |
| But the little desperate elf, | 5 |
| The tiny traitor,—Love himself! | |
| By the wings I pinched him up | |
| Like a bee, and in a cup | |
| Of my wine I plunged and sank him; | |
| And what d’ ye think I did?—I drank him! | 10 |
| Faith, I thought him dead. Not he! | |
| There he lives with tenfold glee; | |
| And now this moment, with his wings | |
| I feel him tickling my heart-strings. | | | | |
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