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Poem by James Henry Leigh Hunt


Cupid Drowned


T'other day as I was twining
Roses, for a crown to dine in,
What, of all things, 'mid the heap,
Should I light on, fast asleep,
But the little desperate elf,
The tiny traitor, Love, himself!
By the wings I picked him up
Like a bee, and in a cup
Of my wine I plunged and sank him,
Then 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 wings
I feel him tickling my heart-strings.



James Henry Leigh Hunt


James Henry Leigh Hunt's other poems:
  1. Robin Hood, a Child
  2. A Thought or Two on Reading Pomfret's
  3. Ariadne Waking
  4. To Robert Batty, M.D., on His Giving Me a Lock of Milton's Hair
  5. The Field of Battle


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