LOVE used to carry a bow, you know, <br />But now he carries a taper; <br />It is either a length of wax aglow, <br />Or a twist of lighted paper. <br />I pondered a little about the scamp, <br />And then I decided to follow <br />His wandering journey to field and camp, <br />Up hill, down dale or hollow. <br />I dogged the rollicking, gay, young blade <br />In every species of weather; <br />Till, leading me straight to the home of a maid <br />He left us there together. <br />And then I saw it, oh, sweet surprise, <br />The taper it set a-burning <br />The love-light brimming my lady's eyes, <br />And my heart with the fire of yearning.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-change-21/
