A Song of Love’s Revenge Young love and Beauty sat at odds, And Love was weeping sore ; While Beauty frowned with angry nods, And made him weep the more. “ In love, give back my bended bow, My little shafts of pain, For I was never Beauty’s foe, But slave to her disdain.” “ The knight you gave was false,” she cried, “ Was selfish and a knave ; And bow and quiver I will hide In some forgotten cave. No more shall arrow go on quest To mock a trusting maid ; With poppies I will soothe my breast, And be no move afraid.” “ Nay, nay, sweet Beauty, pity show, Nor curse my life alway ; Give back my shafts and bended bow, And sorrow shall be gay. “ For I will plague the knavish knight With jilts as bright as dew ; And he shall chase and lose delight, And wed at last a shrew.” And Beauty gave the bended bow, The little shafts of pain ; And Cupid from her side did go, And she from her disdain. Charles Lusted.