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16  I rose, lit up my lamp, and straight Undid the fastenings of the gate; And there indeed a boy I spied, With bow and quiver by his side. Wings too he wore—a strange attire! My guest I seated near the fire, And while the blazing fagots shine, I chafed his little hands in mine. His dank and dripping locks I wrung, That down his shoulders loosely hung. Soon as his cheeks began to glow, "Come now," he cries, "let's try this bow For much I fear, this rainy night, The wet and damp have spoil'd it quite." That instant twang'd the sounding string, Loud as the whizzing gadfly's wing: Too truly aim'd, the fatal dart My bosom pierced with painful smart. Up sprung the boy with laughing eyes, And, "Wish me joy, mine host," he cries. "My bow is sound in ev'ry part; Thou'lt find the arrow in thy heart."

this flowery couch reclining,
 * Thick with leaves of myrtle strew'd,

Every graver care resigning,
 * I will drink in joyous mood.