Cupid tired of the twang
Of his bow-string said;
“I will try a boomerang
In the arrow’s stead.”
Pliant to his cunning art
Far the weapon whirled;
Touched a throbbing human heart;
Changed its little world.
Boomerangs come back, and this
Hit the careless elf;
Lo, into love’s baleful bliss
Cupid fell himself.