Cupid Declares War
Straight out into '' No Man 's Land,''
With my heart I strode;
The greenness of grass was sprinkled
With lilies along the road.
The gray mist uprising among the
Stately pines and bramble, drew
A panoramic cover o 'er the way,
Of lovely mid-year hue.
'Twas yester-week, methinks—ah, no,
It seems but a day,
So radiant was all nature,
So lovely was the way.
So, proudly walked I, just my
Heart and I, alone,
Not knowing where I walked,
Satisfied to roam.
As I was speechlessly admiring how
God had adorned the field,
All Nature called to me, '' Behold,
Before our queen you must kneel! ''
So, as I kneeled in "No Man's Land"
Before you, maiden fair,
Cupid started the warring game
Which was, I think, unfair.
Fate pierced my heart with the arrow of love;
He took me unaware:
Isn 't it interesting, one wants to fight
When Cupid should war declare—
Dearest, I am tired of war,
I surrender on terms like these;
"I am heartless—you have my heart—
Keep it, won't you please?"
Geo. Amos Clark