[1] As Late I Sought The Spangled Bowers, To Cull A Wreath Of Matin Flowers, Where Many An Early Rose Was Weeping, I Found The Urchin Cupid Sleeping, I Caught The Boy, A Goblet'S Tide Was Richly Mantling By My Side, I Caught Him By His Downy Wing, And Whelmed Him In The Racy Spring. Then Drank I Down The Poisoned Bowl, And Love Now Nestles In My Soul. Oh, Yes, My Soul Is Cupid'S Nest, I Feel Him Fluttering In My Breast.