Thomas Moore ( )

From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 35

Cupid once upon a bed
Of roses laid his weary head;
Luckless urchin not to see
Within the leaves a slumbering bee;
The bee awaked  with anger wild
The bee awaked, and stung the child.
Loud and piteous are his cries;
To Venus quick he runs, he flies;
O mother  I am wounded through 
I die with pain  in sooth I do!
Stung by some little angry thing,
Some serpent on a tiny wing 
A bee it was  for once I know,
I heard a rustic call it so.
Thus he spoke, and she the while
Heard him with a soothing smile;
Then said, My infant, if so much
Thou feel the little wild-bees touch,
How must the heart, ah, Cupid! be,
The hapless heart thats stung by thee?

Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From Irish Melodies. 61. Id Mourn the Hopes
  2. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 3
  3. From Irish Melodies. 10. Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore
  4. From Irish Melodies. 92. ODonohues Mistress
  5. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 55

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