Love Scatters Oil On Life'S Dark Sea, Sweetens Its Toil-- Our Helmsman He. Around Him Hover Odorous Clouds; Under This Cover His Arrows He Shrouds. The Cloud Was Around Me, I Knew Not Why Such Sweetness Crowned Me. While Time Shot By. No Pain Was Within, But Calm Delight, Like A World Without Sin, Or A Day Without Night. The Shafts Of The God Were Tipped With Down, For They Drew No Blood, And They Knit No Frown. I Knew Of Them Not Until Cupid Laughed Loud, And Saying "You're Caught!" Flew Off In The Cloud. O Then I Awoke, And I Lived But To Sigh, Till A Clear Voice Spoke,-- And My Tears Are Dry.