WHEREVER maidens may be found Dan Cupid's sure to wander round, I found him once, the little fool, Attending on a cooking-school. The scholars only laughed and smiled, And cried: "How sweet, how smart a child!" He kept his wings close hid, yet I Remembered him from days gone by, And, stepping up, I whispered this: "My boy, compound for me a kiss." His face grew thoughtful, then the rogue Lisped out: "Well, @3this@1 is most in vogue: An acorn-cup of sugar first, Sprinkle quite well with bubbles burst, Then add a pinch of down that lies All over June's brown butterflies. Mix well, and take, to stir it up, The stem of one long buttercup. But, sir, you ne'er can taste a mite Until I add the appetite." Whereat, ere I could turn to start, I saw -- I @3felt@1 the flashing dart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLUMBUS DYING [MAY 20, 1506] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR A FRESHET by ANTIPHILUS OF BYZANTIUM PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 44. ALLAH-AL-RAKIB by EDWIN ARNOLD DROUTH WILL BE ENDED by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD AUTUMN; WRITTEN IN THE GROUNDS OF MARTIN COLE, ESQ. by BERNARD BARTON RECONCILIATION by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |