HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO THE LADIES OF THE CANTEEN!
CUPID
Late nestled on yon Venus' tender breast,
Young Cupid lay in torpid slumber bound.
Then, waking from that languid seat of rest,
He sighed, out-peering from his blind around.
Straight arrow fast against taut bowstring press’d.
And gallant swain he did at length espy:
Gave flight apace to fell dart quick and true,
That mounted through the clam'rous air on high,
That callow, rustic heart smote nigh full through.
And there engendered ardor yet to vie,
The heart of Rosaleen to win in love;
Who hath his suit ere now full high disdained.
Yet Venus, gazing down from throne above,
The gallant swain with speech of Love ordained,
Whence won the swain the hand of that sweet dove.
© Thomas J. Mitchell, 2008 - 2014
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