The Sleeping Cupid. From the celebrated Picture by Guido, in the Collection of Earl Fitzwilliam. By Alaric A. Watts 392 LIST OF THE PLATES. Sown by the wind, nursed by the shower, That one thought hidden from all the world, The dew is yet on the grass and leaves, The silver veil which the morning weaves. To throw o'er the roses, those brides which the sun Must woo and win ere the day be done. B She braided back her beautiful hair O'er a brow like Italian marble fair. She is gone to the fields where the corn uprears Like an eastern army its golden spears. The lark flew up as she passed along, And poured from a cloud his sunny song; And many bright insects were on wing, And with scarlet poppies around like a bower, Now, gentle flower, I pray thee tell If my lover loves me, and loves me well; He loves not, he loves me, he loves me not, L. E. L. |