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.