FOUND AT LAST 



Though the air was so fragrant, the sunbeams so 

 bright. 

 There was nothing like Love, save the butterfly's 

 flight. 



In a step that was seen through the forest to glide. 

 She thought that one morn she his mother espied ; 



Diana it proved, who her hunting-horn blew, 



But who cared not for Love, nor his hiding-place 

 knew. 



Then the maid when reminded whence Venus had 

 sprung, 

 To the ocean went down and thus plaintively 

 sung : 

 " O Venus, a sight of thy darling I crave. 



Bid him rise for one moment and float on the wave." 



She watch'd the green billows, she watch'd the white 

 foam, 

 Unheeded her prayer, she went back to her home ; 

 She had vow'd ne'er again on a love chase to start. 

 When Love came unbidden and knock'd at her 

 heart. 



Uninvited he came whom so long she had sought. 

 How unlike the sweet child she had imaged in 

 thought ; 

 Then the boy whom ere vex'd by his tyrannous 

 sway, 

 She had wish'd for in vain, she in vain wish'd 

 away. 



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