As late I sought the spangled bowers, <br />To cull a wreath of matin flowers, <br />Where many an early rose was weeping, <br />I found the urchin Cupid sleeping. <br />I caught the boy, a goblet's tide <br />Was richly mantling by my side, <br />I caught him by his downy wing, <br />And whelm'd him in the racy spring. <br />Oh! then I drank the poison'd bowl, <br />And Love now nestles in my soul! <br />Yes, yes, my soul is Cupid's nest, <br />I feel him fluttering in my breast.<br /><br />Anacreon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-late-i-sought-the-spangled-bowers/
