English poem
Cupid Drowned
by Leigh Hunt (1784–1859)
“Cupid Drowned” (1784-1859), “Cupid Stung” (1779-1852), and “Cupid and My Campasbe” (1558-1606) are three dainty poems recommended by Mrs. Margaret Mooney, of the Albany Teachers’ College, in her “Foundation Studies in Literature.” Children are always delighted with them.
T’other day as I was twining Roses, for a crown to dine in, What, of all things, ’mid the heap, Should I light on, fast asleep, But the little desperate elf, The tiny traitor, Love, himself! By the wings I picked him up Like a bee, and in a cup Of my wine I plunged and sank him, Then what d’ye think I did?—I drank him. 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.