Cupid Lost

BY MARY WROTH

-Late in the Forest I did Cupid See
...Colde, wet, and crying he had lost his way,
...And being blind was farther like to stray:
...Which sight a kind compassion bred in me,

I kindly took, and dried him, while that he
...Poor child complain'd he starved was with stay,
...And pined for want of his accustom'd play,
...For none in that wild place his host would be,

I glad was of his finding, thinking sure
...This service should my freedom still procure,
...And in my arms I took him then unharmed,

Carrying him safe unto a myrtle bower
...But in the way he made me feel his power,
...Burning my heart who had him kindly warmed.

Carrefour

BY AMY LOWELL

O you,
Who came upon me once
Stretched under apple-trees just after bathing,
Why did you not strangle me before speaking
Rather than fill me with the wild white honey of your words
And then leave me to the mercy
Of the forest bees?