Act II Scene ii, lines 26-55 <br /> <br /> <br />A ho! A ho! <br />Love's horn doth blow, <br />And he will out a-hawking go. <br />His shafts are light as beauty's sighs, <br />And bright as midnight's brightest eyes, <br /> And round his starry way <br />The swan-winged horses of the skies, <br />With summer's music in their manes, <br />Curve their fair necks to zephyr's reins, <br /> And urge their graceful play. <br /> <br /> A ho! A ho! <br />Love's horn doth blow, <br />And he will out a-hawking go. <br />The sparrows flutter round his wrist. <br />The feathery thieves that Venus kissed <br /> And taught their morning song, <br />The linnets seek the airy list, <br />And swallows too, small pets of Spring, <br />Beat back the gale with swifter wing, <br /> And dart and wheel along. <br /> <br /> A ho! A ho! <br />Love's horn doth blow, <br />And he will out a-hawking go. <br />Now woe to every gnat that skips <br />To filch the fruit of ladies' lips, <br /> His felon blood is shed; <br />And woe to flies, whose airy ships <br />On beauty cast their anchoring bite, <br />And bandit wasp, that naughty wight, <br /> Whose sting is slaughter-red.<br /><br />Thomas Lovell Beddoes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-ho-a-ho-song/
