Here you will find thePoemCupid's Funeralof poet Victor James Daley
BY his side, whose days are past, Lay bow and quiver! And his eyes that stare aghast Close, with a shiver. God nor man from Death, at last, Love may deliver. Though?of old?we vowed, my dear, Death should not take him; Mourn not thou that we must here Coldly forsake him; Shed above his grave no tear? Tears will not wake him. Cupid lieth cold and dead? Ended his flying, Pale his lips, once rosy-red, Swift was his dying. Place a stone above his head, Turn away, sighing.