The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt/Cupid Swallowed
CUPID SWALLOWED!
A PARAPHRASE FROM THE SAME.
T'other day as I was twiningRoses, for a crown to dine in,What, of all things, 'midst the heapShould I light on, fast asleep,But the little desperate elf,The tiny traitor, Love himself!By the wings I pinch'd him upLike a bee, and in a cupOf my wine I plung'd and sank him,And 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 wingsI feel him tickling my heart-strings.