TRUST not yon little winged boy, <br />Tho' beauteous he appears, <br />Each rosy smile he yields thee now <br />Thou wilt repay with tears. <br />Tho' bright with Heaven's celestial dyes, <br />His flutt'ring pinions play, <br />Too oft upon those downy wings <br />He wafts our peace away. <br />The quiver, o'er his shoulders flung, <br />Bears many a venom'd dart; <br />Ah! who could think that one so young <br />Could act a traitor's part? <br />From pleasure's brow the rose he steals <br />His tresses to adorn, <br />And wooes the cherub joy to lend <br />One leaf to hide its thorn. <br /> <br />So light his little sandall'd feet <br />Upon our portals tread, <br />We heed not that the urchin's nigh, <br />Until our heart is fled. <br />And then how vainly do we sue <br />And ask it back again! <br />Laughing, he holds it faster bound, <br />And links each golden chain. <br />Enthron'd on fleeting clouds he casts <br />A dimpled glance below, <br />And, glorying in his triumphs there, <br />Exulting mocks our woe.<br /><br />Joanna Baillie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/written-under-the-drawing-of-a-flying-cupid/
