Classic Poem

Downward was the wheeling Bear
Driven by the Waggoner:
Men by powerful sleep opprest,
Gave their busie troubles rest:
Love, in this still depth of night,
Lately at my house did light:
Where perceiving all fast lockt,
At the door he boldly knockt:
Who'se that (said I) that does keep
Such a noise, and breaks my sleep?
Ope saith Love, for pity hear;
Tis a Childe, thou need'st not fear,
Wet and weary, from his way
Led by this dark night astray:
With compassion this I heard;
Light I struck; the door unbarr'd:
Where a little Boy appears,
Who wings, bow, and quiver bears;
Near the fire I made him stand;
With my own I chaf't his hand;
And with kindly busie care
Wrung the chill drops from his hair:
When well warm'd he was, and dry,
Now saith he tis time to try
If my bow no hurt did get,
For me thinks the string is wet:
With that, drawing it, a dart
He let fly that pierc'd my heart:
Leaping then, and laughing said,
Come my friend with me be glad;
For my Bow thou seest is sound,
Since thy heart hath got a wound.