XVI.
As Scorn comes commonly with Scaith,
So I behov’d to bide them baith
So fickle was my fate!
In stead of cheer I got a check
Which I might not return or wreck;
’Twas bootless to debate.
My pride and pain were so extreme,
I swelt’ring swoon’d for fear;
But ere I waken’d of my dream,
He spoil’d me of my gear,
With flight then, on height then,
Sprang Cupid in the skies.
Forgetting and letting
At nought my careful cries.
XVII.
So long with looks I follow’d him.
My dazzl’d sight grew dark and dim
With staring on the stars,
Which flew so fast before my eyes,
Red, yellow, blue, of various dyes:
My wits went all at wars,
And every thing appeared two
To my bewilder’d brain:
But long might I lie looking so,
Ere Cupid came again;
While thund’ring, with wond’ring,
I heard up in the air,
Thro’ clouds so, he shrouds so,
And flew I wist not where.
XVIII.
What time the little god was gone,
And I in languor left alone
In weariness and wo,
Sometimes sighing, sometimes sad,
Sometimes musing, sometimes mad:
I wist not what to do.
And now I rave, and now I rage,
Deserted, in despair;
