Lisette.

When Love in myrtle shades reposed, His bow and darts behind him slung; As dewey twilight round him closed, Lisette these numbers sung: 'O Love! thy sylvan bower I'll fly while I've the power; Thy primrose way leads maids where they Love, honor, and obey!' 'Escape,' the boy-god said, 'is vain,' And shook the diamonds from his wings: 'I'll bind thee captive to my train, Fairest of earthy things!' 'Go, saucy archer, go! I freedom's value know: Begon, I pray--to none I'll say Love, honor, and obey!' 'Speed, arrow, to thy mark!' he cried-- Swift as a ray of light it flew! Love spread his purple pinions wide, And faded from her view! Joy filled that maiden's eyes-- Twin load-stars from the skies!-- And one bright day her lips DID say, 'Love, honor, and obey!'