At Dead Of Night, When Stars Appear, And Strong Bootes Turns The Bear, When Mortals Sleep Their Cares Away, Fatigued With Labours Of The Day, Cupid Was Knocking At My Gate; Who's There, Says I? Who Knocks So Late, Disturbs My Dreams, And Breaks My Rest? O Fear Not Me, A Harmless Guest, He Said; But Open, Open Pray; A Foolish Child, I've Lost My Way, And Wander Here This Moonlight Night, All Wet And Cold, And Wanting Light. With Due Regard His Voice I Heard, Then Rose, A Ready Lamp Prepared, And Saw A Naked Boy Below, With Wings, A Quiver, And A Bow: In Haste I Ran, Unlock'D My Gate, Secure And Thoughtless Of My Fate; I Set The Child An Easy Chair Against The Fire, And Dried His Hair; Brought Friendly Cups Of Cheerful Wine, And Warm'D His Little Hands With Mine. All This Did I With Kind Intent; Said, Dearest Friend, This Bow Ye See, This Pretty Bow, Belongs To Me: Observe, I Pray, If All Be Right, I Fear The Rain Has Spoil'D It Quite: He Drew It Then, And Straight I Found Within My Breast A Secret Wound. 'Tis Done, The Rogue No Longer Staid, But Leapt Away, And Laughing Said, Kind Host Adieu, We Now Must Part, Safe Is My Bow, But Sick Thy Heart.