Roger Quilter - Cupid

Love, like a beggar came to me
With hose and doublet torn;
His shirt bedangling from his knee
With hat and shoes outworn

He asked an alms; I gave him bread
And meat too for his need
Of which, when he had fully fed
He wished me all good speed

Away he went, but as he turned
In faith I know not how
He touched me so, as that I burned
And am tormented now

Love's silent flames and fires obscure
Then crept into my heart;
And though I saw no bow, I'm sure
His finger was the dart