Cupid once upon a bed


Cupid once upon a bed

Of roses laid his weary head;

Luckless urchin not to see

Within the leaves a slumbering bee;

5The bee awaked — with anger wild

The bee awaked, and stung the child.

Loud and piteous are his cries;

To Venus quick he runs, he flies;

„O mother — I am wounded through -

10I die with pain — in sooth I do!

Stung by some little angry thing,

Some serpent on a tiny wing -

A bee it was — for once I know,

I heard a rustic call it so.“

15Thus he spoke, and she the while

Heard him with a soothing smile;

Then said, „My infant, if so much

Thou feel the little wild-bee's touch,

How must the heart, ah, Cupid! be,

20The hapless heart that's stung by thee?“