Cupid Drowned

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    T'other day as I was twining
    Roses, for a crown to dine in,
    What, of all things, 'mid the heap,
    Should I light on, fast asleep,
    But the little desperate elf,
    The tiny traitor, Love, himself!
    By the wings I picked him up
    Like a bee, and in a cup
    Of my wine I plunged and sank him,
    Then what d'ye think I did?--I drank him.
    Faith, I thought him dead. Not he!
    There he lives with tenfold glee;
    And now this moment with his wings
    I feel him tickling my heart-strings.

This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.