But food of dreams love cannot satisfy, Nor mem'ries feed the starving heart; thus I, Love-lorn, with weary wings toward heaven soar, Beating for entrance 'gainst God's golden door. Longing for thee, earth's ways in dreams I tread, By thy white hand along its pathways led. Counting the hours till on celestial strands I'll kiss again thy lips, thine eyes, thy hands. CUPID'S ARROW Say, have you met her? I can't forget her, Fair as the lily, her name; She with the eyes blue, Of summer sides' hue, With her the world I would gain. 'Twas on a May day-- Oh, such a gay day! Sweet singing birds filled the trees; Fair Spring went laughing To the gay chaffing Of her wayward love, the breeze. I, too, was merry, Heart light and airy, Knew not I'd lose it that day; Cupid was stirring, His arrow whirring, And my poor heart in the way. She smiled so naively, Glanced I so bravely, Unthinking quite of the cost; On that spring morning, Done without warning, I and my poor heart were lost. 'Twas a sweet losing; Had I the choosing, Gladly again she might take; All I love dearest, All I hold nearest, Little would be for her sake. Yet is the gladness Mingled with sadness. Did she but smile to betray? Loving, I'm hoping, In darkness groping, Waiting her love to bring day. MY APRIL MAIDEN Maid of moods like April ranging; Tearful, then to laughter changing: Luring sweetly, then estranging; I have wondered if thou art Just a playful nymph coquetting With poor mortals, and forgetting How thou woundest, nor regretting That thou didst their wounds impart. By thy body shapely, slender, By thy glances languid, tender, Thou hast made me thy defender, Thou hast nestled in my heart. By thy cheeks as rose-leaves tinted, By thy hair from sunbeams minted, Thou hast taken love unstinted, Robbed me quite without return. Each new mood but makes thee dearer, Makes my passion stronger, clearer, Makes me long to come the nearer, Makes me love thee more and more. When I see thine eyes compelling, Dark with passion and rebelling To thy bosom's quickened swelling, Then I would thy love implore. Or when from thy window glancing, Bright they shine with laughter dancing, They but make thee more entrancing, If that could be, than before. O thou April maiden, weaving Spells alluring and deceiving, Wilt thou some day me be leaving? Wilt thou yet my true love spurn! I have loved thee fondly, madly, I would win thee, wed thee gladly, In thy snare I'm tangled sadly, 'Tis thy love must set me free. I have loved thee unabated From a time now long undated; In a desert land I've waited, Thou must my oasis be.