CUPID SEIZED BY PIRATES. HIGH noon was from its burning round declined; But, in an arbour, wrapped in poppied sleep, Their tenfold fragrance round his slumbering form; There comes no cloud by day, no midnight storm; But Venus and her doves sweet vigil keep. But, on the ocean waters, sunset-stained, And now the primrose bank their steps have gained: Q Above their heads day's fiery star has waned; And still he sleeps: yet on his cheek a gleam And lovely scorn, and sportive mischief, seem And shafts whose points with gold and diamond beam. And now they bear him struggling to the brink : Born in the depths of ocean's pearly caves, They float, they fly, like sea-birds on the waves; Scarce even the curling foam their tresses drink. And in their snowy arms upbearing still The boy of beauty, like an Evening Star Seen flashing o'er the purple tides afar, They reach the foot of a sea-cinctured Isle, Where blushes through the year spring's living smile; And airs like scents from Indian censers rolled, |