From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 6
As late I sought the spangled bowers To cull a wreath of matin flowers, Where many an early rose was weeping, I found the urchin Cupid sleeping. I caught the boy, a goblet’s tide Was richly mantling by my side, I caught him by his downy wing, And whelm’d him in the racy spring. Then drank I down the poison’d bowl, And Love now nestles in my soul. O yes, my soul is Cupid’s nest, I feel him fluttering in my breast.
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