SONGS: 10. WHEN CUPID FELL FROM GOLDEN HELL by MARGARET LOUISA WOODS

@3From the Princess of Hanover@1
When Cupid fell from golden Hell
To earth, sweet earth,
Mid April blooms he tossed his plumes,
And robbed the tongue of every bird
In vain, in vain to tell
The rapture Heaven has never heard,
To tell the wondering earth
His happy heavenly mirth.

The airy flight of blossoms white
Pale, pale and frail,
He first pursued he gently wooed,
And flying, sighing let them go,
Weary for some delight
That may not in their beauty grow,
Their petals argent pale
That heavenward, earthward sail.

When Cupid knew how roses blew,
Rose, rose red,
How deep in June they steep the noon
In orient odours, triumphing dyes—
When love the wanderer knew,
He stooped his wing and yonder lies,
Choosing a royal bed
Of roses, roses red.

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