Lisette.

When Love in myrtle shades reposed,

His bow and darts behind him slung;

As dewey twilight round him closed,

Lisette these numbers sung:

“O Love! thy sylvan bower

I'll fly while I've the power;

Thy primrose way leads maids where they

Love, honor, and obey!”

“Escape,” the boy-god said, “is vain,”

And shook the diamonds from his wings:

“I'll bind thee captive to my train,

Fairest of earthy things!”

“Go, saucy archer, go!

I freedom's value know:

Begon, I pray — to none I'll say

Love, honor, and obey!”

“Speed, arrow, to thy mark!” he cried —

Swift as a ray of light it flew!

Love spread his purple pinions wide,

And faded from her view!

Joy filled that maiden's eyes —

Twin load-stars from the skies!—

And one bright day her lips DID say,

“Love, honor, and obey!”