Cupid Armed.
By Thomas Moore
Place the helm on thy brow, In thy hand take the spear;-- Thou art armed, Cupid, now, And thy battle-hour is near. March on! march on! thy shaft and bow Were weak against such charms; March on! march on! so proud a foe Scorns all but martial arms. See the darts in her eyes, Tipt with scorn, how they shine! Every shaft, as it flies, Mocking proudly at thine. March on! march on! thy feathered darts Soft bosoms soon might move; But ruder arms to ruder hearts Must teach what 'tis to love. Place the helm on thy brow; In thy hand take the spear,-- Thou art armed, Cupid, now, And thy battle-hour is near.
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