DEFTLY the little Archer plies His shafts of light,— Thou canst not hold him in disguise,— Ambush'd within those lidded eyes, He revels in his victories Till set of night. And Love and Laughter hide and seek Where lilies vie— They chase the sunbeams o'er each cheek, And ripple low, like waves that break Upon the shingle of a lake, Until they die. And Love enkindles at thy voice, And hovers near— The Love that crowns a maiden's choice, The Love that makes a heart rejoice, The Love that fills all sacrifice In sigh or tear. |